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I have a toddler who loves to play
Pretend – imaginary friend, make-believe
She pierces my heart with her adventures
Into the fantasy land of dinosaurs,
Dungeons and dragons, long lost voyages
With pirates and princes – feeling
Invincible, indestructible, unshakable
Like she has the tiger by the tail
And is sure to always win in the end
I’m still in college and this toddler of mine
She gives me a healthy dose of jeopardy
To help me see the thrills in this life
Now I try to do my homework,
While she colors, paints or plays
With a wad of Play dough in hues
Of vivid and brilliant scarlet or sapphire
I was doing homework one morning
As she colored there by my feet
And I decided she needed a sippy cup
Of cranberry juice to sufficiently be
Prepared for her day of fictitious ideas
As I finished up my homework
And headed out to the kitchen
I noticed her pterodactyl there beside her
When I came back from the kitchen
Handing her the sippy cup with the juice
She smiled and handed me a torn up paper
The homework I’d just prepared that day
As she giggled, “pterodactyl ate it, Mommy”
In spite of my shaking head, I laughed
And began to rewrite the page that
A flaming pterodactyl had eaten
...and then a flaming pterodactyl ate my homework Poetry Contest
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January 19, 2021
Yesterday, today, tomorrow.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12 O' clock,
24 hours,
365 days,
cocoon to butterfly,
7 days.
Over and over and over.
Again.
When you turn 5, you become a kid.
No more sippy cups or nap time.
When you turn 13, you become a teen.
No more cartoons and dolls.
Adults say, "You're not a kid anymore, start acting like it".
When you turn 18, you become an adult.
Suddenly, nap times become apartment hunting and sippy cups become shots that you're still not allowed to drink.
But just yesterday, you were walking to the bus stop in a backpack full of new supplies, and now you're having ramen on the floor, barely getting by.
No one is asking what you want to be anymore, instead they are asking when you're getting married and having kids, but you're still a kid yourself.
You're cosplayng someone all grown up, but you cry yourself to sleep because you just want to go home.
20 years later,
you have kids of your own.
they are turning 5, then 13, then 18,
and you're wondering where the time has gone.
Sippy September"
Good things happen in Spring!
Life blooms in the presence of beautiful sunny mornings.
Sunglasses on the hymn lam repeating reminds me of how beautiful the moon in September looks.
The day awaits ,
The birds are tweeting for us to kiss , let me shade you from the heat that engulfs bacteria on tender leather.
Sipping on Alaska's life support.
Hat on , tunes in my ear.
Flip flops so l won't tippy toe and flop...l can breath.....Winter is no more lam Jon Snow.
Not in December ! Not in November! This is September! I pray we will remember that things will only get better.....
You would’ve been four, going on five….
You would’ve been my little angel,
My reason to stay alive.
Your smile would’ve been my joy,
Your giggle would’ve melted my heart.
The thought that I will never see you,
Well, it truly tears me apart.
Hearing you whine and throw fits,
Yelling at the top of my lungs “Be quiet!”
I get choked up thinking about it…
I would take you by your hand,
Teach you things you don’t understand.
The thought of it sounds so grand….
*sigh*
Tucking you in at night,
Would be such a delight,
I’d hold you tight,
And wish with all my might,
That our Lord in Heaven protects you….
As you sleep…
Waking me up the next morning,
Jumping up and down on my bed,
With your sippy cup in hand,
Pouring fruit juice on my head….
I’d love every moment of it….
Every moment of being your dad.
It’s too bad, and really sad….
You’re the daughter I’ve never had.
The curious case
Of
Christopher Flaherty
Who began and started out in life with
a perfectly normal human sized brain
Born with a wise old head on his
shoulder's old before his time
That over time and age regressed
And shrunk into the size of a tiny little
pettit-poi pitt
A fair haired good looking newborn
dribbling from the mouth
Barely able to hold a conversation or
converse precisely yet instantaneously
esthetically rememberable
Decked out and adorned in a bibb wearing
nappies
Sipping from a sippy cup fed by means
of entertaining aeroplane game's
And how he ended up with the most apt
fitting nickname
Christopher
Pee-Wee
Pea-Brain
Flaherty
Who fell victim to age old adage
If you do not exercise or use it
There is a distinct possibility
You may just loose it
And seeing your life being played out
on the silver screen
By some or other guy you may or may not
have ever heard of or come across in your
life before
Who everybody else seems to know or have
in fact heard of and goes bye the name of
and is simply called
Brad Jolie or Anniston I think
Anyhow matter's not as we all know
how this storyline goes
Curiosity ends up kill's the cat in
the end like Tom & Jerry
And besides ive just eat all
of the greens on my plate
And we all know what that spell's
and means to a baby
What follows is
P-U-D-D-I-N----G
Time
That was then,
When,
I played with a doll,
And used a pretend phone to make a call.
I had a favorite stuffed dog,
And had fun chasing a slimy, green frog.
I played dress up,
And drank from a sippy cup.
I learned how to walk,
And figured out how to talk.
I rode in a toy car,
But I couldn't go very far.
This is now,
How,
I go to work,
And cook my own pork.
I drive a car,
And drink at the bar.
I take care of my pets,
And have lots of debts.
I get dressed myself,
And reach the top shelf.
I Baby-sit my nephew and niece,
And travel to Greece.
Back then, I was a little girl,
Who loved to twirl.
Now, I am all grown,
And living on my own.
Coffee-Maker – drip drips
As coffee-blenders…zip zips
Brought my morning sippy-cup
For a quick zip from your caftan mug.
I don’t need a lot
Just a snippy-zippy single shot
To start the day and awaken my mind,
Speed my pace - fall not behind.
There’s much to accomplish and much to do
Just takes a minute to heap a brew!
Of all rounded beans, coffee beans are the best
Add some chai for a zest
Sipping a sip from my sippy-cup
My slumbering eyes do wake up!
Oozing comfort warms my throat
Warms my soul like a coat
A Rush of kinetic energy electrify
Procrastination and sluggishness desensitize
A sudden burst to run a race
Productivity produces a rhythmic pace
Word-clutters arise like the morning sun
Time for work…Time for fun!
Coffee certainly is a legal drug!
I’m all wired-up - though unplugged -
From one little zippy drip
Of a coffee sip
From the grinded drug
Poured into my sipping-mug…?•
Thurston started off easy enough
With the simple slurping of Sippy cups
But soon enough moved on to the bigger stuff
When Sippy cups didn't do the job
He constructed a straw three feet long
Though Thurston was thirsty he wasn't that tall
So he could reach the kitchen sink
As Mom did the dishes Thurston could drink
Soon the sink was not enough
So Thurston moved on to the bathroom tub
You would think that that would be too much
As Thurston rub a dub dub'd and drank it all up
From there he moved to the aquarium
As he watched the fish around him swim
As they watched their world go sinking in
To the glass reflection of Thurston's grin
With an inch of water left he left them alone
As he spied outside the retention pond
That's when Thurston's thirst came on strong
And he dropped everything he had going on
Once he had the pond drunk dry
Thirsty Thurston heard the waves nearby
Dare he even give the ocean a try
His answer was yes to the question of why
Though Thurston did give a pause
Along with a bit of a thought
Before he left he went out and bought
The makings for a longer straw
Garbled sounds of familiar yet compassionate love.
Surrounded by warmth and tender melodies as if warbled by a dove...
Soft beating sounds and liquids a flowing 'round and 'round,
Gentle movements, percussion's harmonizing soothing sound...
Breaking daylight unfamiliar sounds and brightness...
Sensations not felt before, warmth and cold with noises loud...
I scream... What is going on? Nothing is the same,
Awake, asleep, what is this a dream?
Never having felt a touch, never seeing light...
Stretch, kick wiggle and scream putting up a fight.
Soon wrapped up and snuggled close, familiar voice and sounds...
I'm settled down and warm as beating heart it pounds.
Soon I wake from deepest slumber,
Belly growling must be hunger.
Stretch and shout feeling pain,
Reaching screaming hoping gain.
Then soothing warmth and flesh a kneading...
Softest rhythm, two hearts beating.
Hunger pain has gone away,
Stretched out sleeping as I lay.
No worries, no pain all needs met.
Oh, but wait, what is that, wet?
Is it beneath me? That I bet!
Again, unfamiliar movement.
Feeling coldness strangely bent.
Soon by loving hands caressed,
Warm again awaiting rest.
Melodies so softly hummed,
Like a medicine I am numbed...
Off to sleep I fade...
Awake smiling, giggling too,
Looking up and cooing at you.
Everything so bright and new,
Wondering what next we'll do...
Much the same from day to day,
And surprises are on the way...
Rolling, tumbling and scooting with joy,
What is that bright and colorful toy?
Bells a jingling, blinking lights,
Stretchy bright and colorful tights!
Rocking, bouncing, sitting up,
Smiling waving, a sippy cup?
Soon I'm crawling full fun,
I'll skip the walking and start to run...
The time it flies so quickly now,
Days to weeks and then years somehow...
Daddy, Mommy, yes and no,
That’s a potty? I'm to go?
With my clothes myself I'll dress,
Shirt for pants, Oh what a mess...
But I can do it wait and see,
And when I do please jump with glee!
Run and jump and skip all day,
Talking and talking with nothing to say...
And then warn out asleep I fall,
With in my bed or in the hall...
Good Night All!
A piece of bread – untoasted
Splotches of peanut butter in torn spots
Chocolate syrup dripping
With M&M’s sprinkled on top
A bowl of Capt’n Crunch
Extra marshmallows on the side
An open jar of fresh bee’s honey
Unpopped kernels of pop-corn thrown inside
Warm water with ten teabags
Inside a sippy cup
The tall glass of orange juice empty
It tipped over on its way up
But he made it with his own hands
Of that he’s surely proud
Singing, “I made you breakfast in bed, Dad”
A little bit too loud
I know there’s a mess in the kitchen
Waiting for Dad, a towel and mop
But the smiles he puts upon my face
Will surely never stop