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I cradled his head in my arms and sang him a lullaby,
cradling the m o m e n t,
cherishing every second more,
then, when it was time . . .
I placed him in his f o r e v e r coffin bed.
An odd bed for a little baby boy,
his little head lay on a b l u e as the sky pillow,
he wore his new blue booties,
an ivory christening gown,
and beside him a b l u e teddy bear,
someone had placed there.
As I stood in the funeral home,
I felt so a l o n e and hallow,
although many people surrounded me,
I was l o s t in thoughts . . .
thinking of that empty baby room at home,
there would be no babyhood,
where, I would pamper, coddle and feed him,
no childhood fun, no youth or adulthood,
no ripe old a g e for this boy.
No days or years to cherish him,
no beginning, just this sad end,
so, on the day of his funeral . . .
I sang him a l u l l a b y to last forever,
and I handed him over to the Lord,
I whispered, Lord, cradle my boy in your arms,
until in your time, I can once more.
The cars followed the hearse in a long line,
through the ornate cemetery gate,
and down the w i n d i n g roads with BENDING trees,
even the birds in the cemetery,
stopped their s o n g . . .
until at last, we reached the place of tears,
standing there cradled by family l o v e ,
all that could be heard, drifting,
was the lullaby, I sang . . .
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June 29, 2016
Free Verse(lost love)
Submitted to the contest, Your Best Free Verse Love Poem,
sponsor, John Hamilton
Seventh Place
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Submitted to the contest, Free Verse About Love,
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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Submitted to the contest, Free Verse,
sponsor, ?
NA
Smokey was a funny cat,
You could see him think.
His place of choice to do this,
Was table or kitchen sink.
He'd loll about for hours,
In seemingly deep thought;
Musing o'er life's mysteries,
Or the mouse he never caught.
He looked so wise just sitting there,
Mysterious and ancient,
Never bothering anyone,
Complacent and so patient.
The only thing he didn't like,
Was being combed and groomed.
If you picked up his comb and brush,
He'd quickly leave the room.
I swear sometimes he read our minds,
Knew what we were about.
He understood our every word.
Of that there was no doubt.
He was my friend from babyhood.
We were babes together.
He taught me climbing, stealth and patience.
Our bond could not be severed.
He taught me to look nonchalant,
And even innocent,
If by chance I should get caught,
Whene'er house rules were bent.
Whenever Mom and Dad were cross,
He taught me how to blend,
Into the background or become,
So cute they had to grin.
My memories of him are fond.
I thought he'd live forever.
He taught me fun and love and loyalty.
He won't die, not ever.
It was the time,
When there was no sign of dawn and dusk
Hot summers and chilled winters gave us new tasks
Heavy storms and rains brought us holidays
In return, we gifted boats of papers and clays
It was the time,
When days were spent in chanting numbers and rhyme
And face was covered with candy grime
We never knew why the orange fireball chased us
But longed to dine with the moon on a cloud bus.
It was the time,
When cycle rides were roller coasters
And one candy could buy a million kisses
Wet summer mud was yummier than cadburies
And our cute talks were considered as juicy as strawberries
Babyhood is so precious and angelic
Don't kill it with a sickle and brick
It's the Spring time in every Jack's life
Let kids dance and jump to the waves of Fife.
Preserve every moment of Childhood
Keep the memories alive in every bark and wood.
A picture's worth a thousand words
Grammy's Pen
and
Babyhood Friend
My mother's cherished treasure
for over sixty years
A toy filled with love and memories
And a few of mother's tears.
Picture taken and poem written
by Anna Marie Kaianah
Copyright 1/25/2023 Anna Marie Kaianah
How far back can you remember? I have glimpses of things from babyhood.
Things like a room, a doll, a funny little girl smiling, mother but how can that
even be, because I was just a baby.
a flowing blue stream
I lay upon a blanket
birds sang in tall trees
I recall the house where we lived beside a river, the many trees, and picking
raspberries with my mother and sister. Father holding me in his arms. Going
for long walks in the forest, but I was just a wee girl.
the forest whispered
in the shadows creatures hid
sweet the dappled sun
I remember the day my sister died, or do I? I was so young that day, and
coming from a family of storytellers that retold the story over and over, soon
it became my memory.
I often relive
the day death took her away
the snow was so nice
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September 3, 2020
Poetry/Haibun/I Recall, or Do I
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1283-249-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Consists of 3 Haibuns, Haibun with Senryu
Haibun with Haiku, Haibun with Senryu
Written for the contest,Let The Pens Flow - Haibun
sponsor, Jenish Somadas
First Place
Oldest possession, I hold dear
Loved since I was just a year...
Doggy mine, always kept near
Red fur rubbed bare, from baby's care
Endless loving gaze, his gentle brown eyes stare
Deepen lullaby dreams, a young childhood fair.
An updated journal rhyming acrostic poem
Written by Bj Legros Kelley
May 12, 2019
Photo was taken
By
Anna Marie Kaianah
Used by permission.
With her photograph entitled
"Grammy's Pen and Babyhood Friend"
Copyright 1/25/2023
Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.
He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat.
A bug, a mouse, a ball of yarn,
No pest escaped the net,
That he had formed around our home;
He took responsibility,
To protect us from it all,
Because we were his family.
From babyhood he was my kin.
He always slept with me.
We played for hours in the yard,
Beneath the old Oak tree.
We climbed my swing set, climbed the tree,
Played in my sand box too.
Imagine my surprise to find,
He used it for a loo.
Kitty cat and little girl,
Fought jungle wars, climbed trees,
And then we sailed the seven seas,
Buccaneers were we.
We'd hide behind the sofa,
The curtains or in the hall,
And wait in ambush for our prey.
We really had a ball.
My sister's boyfriend happened by,
One night as we were hiding.
I yelled, "CHAARGE!" and Smokey leaped,
The boy knocked off the siding.
On the bookcase in the hall,
As Smokey climbed his leg,
And we were sent to bed that night,
'Thout supper though I begged.
Incarcerated pirates we,
The game continued on.
We'd wait until they were asleep,
Then eat till it was gone.
Then we'd escape into the night,
With valuables they cherished.
We'd be away by early light,
Leaving the guard embarrassed.
Wondrous life, indeed miraculous
authored by the Creator
designed with sovereign plan
commences toward triumphant fulfillment...
through my mission as life-building shovel.
Babyhood beams with hope
as God's gift, "bundle of joy" so-called
fruit of love from mother’s womb
greets thankful family midst serenity bliss...
to thrive along my nurturing shovel's diligence.
Love-filled nourishing home prospers childhood
against growing up pains along mirth-filled adventures
bracing adolescence might of curiosity-driven pursuits
to optimize freedom-propelled exploits...
by my persistence as shovel of development.
Between sweet charm and bitter harm of choice
adulthood radiates grace to celebrate
upon service-impact and kindness-influence glow
sharing achievements of great blessings...
while my labour as harvester's shovel needs refurbishing.
As departure time comes
legacy is prayed-for to remain
verily endowed well, by the grace of the Lord
begetting another grand life...
with me witnessing jubilanty --- old shovel of service.
Quantum physics conjured her up, as soothsayers entice visions.
Saliva of the Neptar Universe rolled her around in Marg2’s teeth
Mouth of Surbian3 Galaxy spit her out, landing her in her own pod.
Her babyhood visions were filled with the truth of other lifetimes
Forged from many incarnations, lived in a variety of galaxies
Currently, she was destined to become a warrior of the Verdilion Galaxy.
Constellations bowed as they saw her pod rocking through the centuries. They had heard of MorquaVia5 decades before her arrival in the inner sanction. Dugmongers began thrashing and gritting in their sleep, sensing their demise.
Holograms of MorquaVia5 had begun appearing in the night skies two decades prior. The Neptar Universe had arranged that, to increase the fear level of the Dugmongers. They had been bullies long enough, it was time for a thorough annihilation.
Was she a solar system myth of grandbeings? A subliminal fear tactic of aliens?
No matter. There is only one thing left to do if you are a despicable Dugmonger. Either change your programing and your memories and make amends. Or prepare to die.
Too late.......she is here.......
A Simple Story
Little child finds upon a heap of rubbish
Favored threadbare rabbit of tawny velveteen
One eye missing
Cloth rubbed to shiny by little hands.
Beloved bunny,
Shopworn keepsake from babyhood,
Languishing in forgotten jungles of junk,
Broken teacups and outgrown sweaters.
Heartbroken child, with faithful love,
Cradles one last time this life companion
To kiss goodbye this forever friend
In a eulogy of tears and turns to leave.
Love works miracles
From the rubbish arises a living bunny
Bulging stuffing and missing eye repaired
Now hugged again in arms of delight.
Golden bunny of dappled coat
Lives in colorful clusters of carrots
Straight radish rows and leafy greens
Planted by the small child’s hands that
Remember…
3-21-23
Contest: A Simple Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
Based on the children’s book – The Velveteen Rabbit