Children Books Poems

A Story of Santosh that was entangled in grief
It was just another day, he thought 
He stepped out of the house with his family to...

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Goodnight Moon
a children's book by Margaret Wise Brown
the subject of my poem and my latest stamp purchase
was also a book that I read to my...

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In all the books of history written with ink of blood and dried tears,
There is no war that was not hatched in the shadow of...

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Goldilocks and the three bears, 
The story is a classic. 
But one idea came to mind, 
What if she was made of plastic? 
With lips...

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-The Chalk Beneath My Fingernails-

I walk a path where roads dissolve,
Where rivers rise and hopes revolve,
Through jungle mist and dusty lanes,
With every step, I carry...

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Gates once locked with poverty's rust
now swing on golden hinges
Every child a key-holder:
the girl whose fingers paint light from darkness,
the boy who dreams in mother...

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Children
imagine,
but their imagination
is still not enough.
Many images
are preparing to enter the children.
Children
cannot read books with just words.
Without beautiful pictures,
they cannot enter the stories.
Without fun pictures,
the...

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Open the windows and doors 
and let the demons out
sweep the corners of the room 
and breathe fresh air from the atmosphere
something refreshing is drawing...

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"Be Set Free"


Oh The wonders that thrive inside my mind
Anyone doubting me, I will leave far behind
Come along I promise you an adventure
Happiness is the...

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“Adults fear their youths who see through hypocrisy and won’t be silenced. Told to stop disrespectful behavior and not to fight ~  though it’s...

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In December's chilling, silent air,
Echoed a grief too great to bear,
Empty chairs, where laughter sat,
A nation's heart, forever flat.

The books lay open, untouched, unread,
Dreams were...

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Read,
escape;
Then share it;
That adventure 
will last for all time;
Before bed give daydreams,
feast on relics from the past;
Passed to the next generation
a gifted storyteller wields the...

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Black ink, a river, flows across the page,
Carrying echoes of past lessons.
Children's faces, quiet focus,
Hold a slate, a canvas of shared knowing.

Open books, fallen blossoms,
A...

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The siblings were barefooted, so walking was painful.
Gretel was tiring of this adventure when she saw a light.
I hope it is a castle, she suggested....

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Hold my hand to teach me how to write
Take me to the library. I need to shed light
On a few words that I have never...

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