daily tediousness
a lulling monotony
up to me to change this
I could learn a new language
rock babies at a day care center
teach cartooning
Instead I sit in my recliner
clicking the remote
staring at idiocy
doing nothing
Flora recognized the brownie’s despair
His depression wafted and waved in the summer air
She herself had been the victim of some sad times
The cure was to volunteer for the March of dimes
You need to get outside of your sorrow and do some good.
When your heart expands, like it probably should…
You will stop wallowing and yelping and see better times.
Okay, he agreed, but does it always have to be the March of dimes?
No, volunteer to help an older person who cannot get around.
Bring up their canned jellies, jams and pickles from way underground.
Visit a day care center and offer to hold the babies who cannot sleep.
The object is to bring happy joy to your life, it is wisdom deep.
college boulevard
college hamburgers
college dry cleaners
college day care center
college café
college laundromat.
I have a feeling we are close to the college I say.
My husband has no idea, watching the road like he is.
She thought she recognized her friend
She was excited and happy
She began screaming Hi Nancy across the grocery store line
Her mother was horrified
She is five, she apologized to strangers
Having no idea what had inspired this
When they got to the check-out girl
She said “Hi Angela” to the child.
The child was satisfied for this was Nancy.
The mother asked Nancy how she knew her child.
They were eight hours away from home after all.
Nancy used to work at Angela’s day care center.
Sign language, a terrific way to give a voice to the little ones who have not yet mastered words.
When my eleven-month- old granddaughter learned “drink” and “hungry” and “tired” at her day care center I was amazed and that was eleven years ago. I was partly amazed that out of the millions of caring adults,
no one had thought of it before.
Sign language, a language of hand,
A language we can teach our children
Before they master spoken words
Sign language, a standard practice, and so wise, so smart,
So wonderful that a caring, loving preschool teacher
Figured it out.
Because it always starts with
One person who truly
And completely cares.
Thank you, whoever you are,
As it has eliminated many tantrums
And miscommunications
And it has helped so many
Two’s and three’s convey
Their needs without the
Throwing on the floor,
And the slamming into
Walls we used to do.
Frustrated beyond
Forever, not
Knowing how to
Yet use
Words.