Long Kindergarten Poems
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Like a fury character from a Saturday cartoon,
my thumb pulsed into an inflating red balloon
when my older sis slammed the car door carelessly.
I didn't realize it would bring such favor to me.
"What's the matter with you!" my dad sharply accused.
For a quick moment I seemed a little confused,
but this time Dad's hollers weren't directed at me.
He coddled me in comfort, "Let me see, sweetie."
I abashedly exposed my lowly thumb,
nail dangling on edge, skin purple and numb.
Though for months it stank of stale blood,
I'm thankful for the cringe of the car door's thud.
For now Dad often asked me how I was feeling.
He seemed extra concerned to make sure all was healing.
Dad even treated me to my favorite ice cream.
He knew what it took to make a child gleam.
Dad sat by his new favorite upon the couch.
Into the crook of his chest I would slouch.
It took all of Kindergarten for my nail to grow back,
but then, Dad's love was something I didn't lack.
Too soon my thumb became as good as new.
It seems Dad's love was something that I outgrew.
I loathe the thought of pain, but I will mention,
I'd sacrifice my hand for some more of Dad's attention.
12-8-2020
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Blessed to have my health and my family’s health
Respectfully sheltering in place just incase
Creatively painting, drawing, cartooning and writing
Ordinary things we used to take for granted are missed now
Heartfelt appreciation for nature, my new companion.
Slinking in the corner of my mind are doubts about this pandemic
Lazy days are sprouting up, as today is the last day of school for me
Energetically excited about the things I will be doing this summer
Generously not calling a relative on her stuff, retaining my own happiness
Negative doubts about this pandemic being real creeping into my mind
Young at heart, I do not see myself any older than nineteen some days
Mysteriously happy about the self-imposed solitude that is gifting me time
Lickity split decisions are no longer the case, there is so much less stress
Zany how excited I am about not having to drive on the freeway daily
Understandably anxious to get back to normal and see my grandchildren
Doubtful about all of these virus deaths, want to see a list of names please.
Wishing this pandemic had never happened – here or anywhere else.
I am praying nightly and sometimes in the day too that Covid19 will disappear.
Kindergarten will never be able to stay six feet apart, so I marvel at that suggestion.
Awesome that the summer is starting for me today! In nine hours!
Optimistic that God has this!
never thought i would make a friend again
everyday i am in kindergarten raising my hand to be chosen
i am again a space alien with flatulence and bad halitosis
yet i now have a friend and replies now come with air conditioning
never thought i would make a friend again
everyday i reach for a sky with barb wire around every temperamental cloud
i am again a freak show in a cage on a forgotten road to nowhere
yet i now have a friend and replies now come with unobstructed views
never thought i would make a friend again
everyday i walk on a beach overrun with careless seaweed that frigidly teases and bullies
i am again a quack job with too many bills and not enough oars
yet i now have a friend and replies now come with pure sincerity and unconditional love
The moment you first hear
Is the beginning of your worst fear
You pray for them to find happiness and health
Someone to love, a family and wealth
Then you watch them cry that first tear
Everything you do will show them you are here
Anticipating their every want and need
All to know they will succeed
The end of their first year
Beginning of "Toddler Premiere"
Exploring their world around
Letting go, within bounds
School age is finally here
Kindergarten days are near
Bright eyed as they learn
Anxiously you wait for their return
Then come those teenage years
Bringing about new sets of fears
Navigating life as they learn who they are
Turmoil inside as you watch silently from afar
As childhood days disappear,
The greatest piece of you will appear
All grown up, they are your very creation
Full of life's dreams and aspirations
Michael, Jesse, and Destynee
Through a mother's eyes you will see
That through Life's ups and downs
That Mom will always be found
I am always going to be here
To lend a hand or an ear
No matter when, where, what or why
Mom will always be close by
Mekhela chador
I was too hurry and overwhelmed
To embrace the attire
"mur maa rr mekhela chador" ( - "my mater's Indigenous Traditional Assamese Dress")...
The days in kindergarten,
I cherish the attire, in her wardrobe enhanced and ironed
The dining hours,
I often queried her, to own the attire
And in festive tyrant,
She dressed herself in the silken weaving attire
The onset of puberty;
My body and soul celebrated draping of the attire
From my breast to my waist to my ankle
For the first time, I engulfed the feeling of being a woman (and beautiful)
All coyness and tenderness are ornate as my fragrance
The attire was made of silk in creamy white and cherry thread
Like droplets of cherry-red blood unfurling the snowy linen
And the ears heard joyously whispering me
"mur maa rr mekhela chador" ( - "my mater's Indigenous Traditional Assamese Dress")...
Way back, when I was about six years old
In kindergarten, I met my first friend
Never knew our friendship would be so gold
You can't predict when a friendship will end
I've had many friends that have come and gone
Some moved, some became foes, some sadly died
Some friendships just keep on going on and on
My first friend- has always been by my side
Now in our sixties, still friends- all these years
Last night, in a pub, out in bad weather
We reminisced while with both sipped our beers
We toasted to- "We've grown old together"
We'll always be friends 'till one of us dies
Teardrops will fall on our final...good-byes
Our friendship is gold
Many stories to be told
We're both growing old
Jitter Click
Butterfly Click
What I learned from a Professional Gamer
present tense
finger jittering
what?? in kindergarten
I was painting
butterfly
technique
no wonder I get beat
every time
grandkids, today, skip the basics
and turn professional
in no time at all
I’m pointing, stabbing
attempting to beat
the impossible
not only
must you know what to do
but
you must be nimble
and quick
one day these kids
will meet their match
I let them have fun
before they grow up
slow down
not too fast
hee hee hee
you know whose laughing
not me
…yet
I unconditionally love the eutony heard by
my soul when I hear certain words.
zing, zip, zeal, zest, zealot, zipper, and z,
are particular favorites, for several sing-songy reasons,
slithering into my dendrites in a pleasing way.
South reminds me of my dad’s Southside Gang,
a group of six boys who grew up together, bonding
in the mysterious ways of boys who live in a small town,
and find each other in Kindergarten, knowing they will
be together their entire lives.
Living the best life, as besties,
only one left, and I do wonder about him. Poor man.
The words 'church' and 'lurch' have a certain bite.
They click on my tongue.
Small town churches are the same, still helping us reminisce
about a society and a time when everyone in a community
rises up to straighten the youth out, and help them to become
the best selves they can be.
It is a mystery to me how they all gave me advice, none of it the
same, and yet I turned out magically all right. I have no idea
why I am such a sentimental mood his evening, but it is a rather
pleasant thing to cough up these terrific memories of a small town.
If you are still living in one, I hope you know how lucky you are.
Circle of joy, learning with friends - such a great fun,
Blocks and cubes, stacking and matching, quickly get done.
You're welcome to join us for colouring and play,
Dancing and prancing together all and each day!
Dear Mommy and Papa, to work they're gone,
We learn, more we move, we laugh loud a ton!
Aha, Letters and numbers practice we do,
Clay and mud, water and chalk, through and through!
Pink socks, blue shoes, fuchsia flowers on hair,
Comfy rug to sit on, who cares a chair!
Mommy packs yummy lunch, teacher hands treats,
Kindergarten is sheer joy, no doubt sweet!
With Matthew and Kelley, Hannah and Tyler,
Five days of the week, wondrous to be here!
PICTURE !
Their smiles beamed, for they dreamed together,
sharing Barbies, goodies, and even hands.
Aware of my aloneness, it seemed I wasn't there;
even Brown Bear didn't understand.
Staring into a disquieted mind, I sulked my secluded self.
Translucent tears stained my face a pale gray,
as bleak as rain clouds, blocking sun's reach.
Furrowed brows, droopy cheeks, and thin lips
transformed me into a monsterous beast.
Is this hideous, shunned image who I am?
Affixed friends would glow and float into true beauty
like sun painting the beach.
Their smiles were like whispy horizons, eyes glazed like sand granules, feet gliding like waves to the shore.
Are the pretty girls worth so much more?
3-6-2025