Six candles on your birthday cake
We have many more wishes to make
On this day, let there be endless fun
With days of fairy tales creeping in
Toddler to preschooler to schoolgirl
Let the year ahead be more joyful
You are moving ahead with time
I won't get a chance to go back in time
But I swear, to put my greeting in rhyme
I am sure, now you can read and write
Cheer with rainbow colours so bright
From scratches to sketches, you moved on
To draw the figures of your choice
Oh! Saanvi, it is gala time for us to rejoice.
He is out in the hallways wailing like a wailing wall.
I do not get involved until asked, so I stand quietly.
The teacher comes out and tries to reason with him.
I have never met him. He is a preschooler.
Technically I am licensed to aid with K-12th.
He is outside my jurisdiction.
In eighteen minutes, the principal is called to the room.
She comes to my door with this child.
He comes in and we discuss many things.
He is five, and super bright. His vocabulary is astounding.
He speaks of outlets, inner tubes, carbohydrates.
I am amazed; he is not what I expected.
He stays long enough to draw a picture of a pink snake.
I tell him I fear it and he giggles like a joyful three-year-old.
I ask him not to draw a baboon, telling him it will eat me.
He throws back his head and gives me a donkey-bray-laugh.
We are having a terrific time when they retrieve him.
I am sad to see him go.
Preschooler mesmerized by The Prayer - angels sing.
La luce che tu dai
I pray we'll find your light
Nel cuore resterà
And hold it in our hearts
A ricordarci che
When stars go out each night
L'eterna stella sei
Songwriters: Carole Bayer Sager / David W. Foster
Fischer-Bocelli Bravura
sprightly vibrato
violins serenade
sage roses on stage
9/13/2021
Willy, the Rat Terrier
He nibbles on my nose.
Why? Heaven only knows!
Each tooth feels like a pin.
I need much thicker skin!
Yet Willy, the rat terrier,
could not be any merrier.
After a bath or stroll
he sprints around the whole
apartment like a race
car driven by an ace
who’d swallowed too much speed.
(Perhaps it’s just his breed
that is to blame for that.)
He’s like a mad preschooler
who drank from the wine cooler
and got so hugely gassed,
runs so awful fast,
is such an acrobat,
a poor rat would have no shot
at evading such a tot.
I wouldn’t like to be
that rat, believe you me!
He’d shake it side to side
until the critter died,
which would be just as quick
as death by a dropped brick.
Even a swift hare
wouldn’t have a prayer!
Yet the only life this brat
has so far ever seized
was neither hare nor rat,
but the schnoz from which I’ve sneezed.
I long to drive an impractical car
a convertible
with seats for two
and wear impractical clothes
Chanel suits that say
“Dry Clean Only”
I want to live in an impractical house
downtown
three stories high
with white carpets,
and closets I can lock
with a key.
But I'll drive my practical van
with seats for seven
and wear denim and sweats
I'll buy that split level in suburbia
with carpeting the color of body fluids
and chocolate milk
Because the soft sweet cheeks of a newborn,
the smile of a gleeful toddler, and
the straight arrow logic of a preschooler
and the antagonism of a teen
are worth far more to me.
True, it's a cliché, but only
truth breeds cliché. And my love
is true.
I want to drive an impractical car
a convertible
with seats for two
and I'd treasure some impractical clothes
Chanel suits that say
“Dry Clean Only”
I long to live in an impractical house
downtown, three stories high
with white carpets
I covet a phone that rings only for me
a password the kids don't know
and shoes only I can wear
but I'll drive my practical van
with seats for seven
and wear denim and sweats
I'll buy that split level in suburbia
with carpeting the color of body fluids
and chocolate milk
Because the pillowy cheeks of a newborn,
the smile of a gleeful toddler, and
the straight arrow logic of a preschooler
are worth their weight far more to me.
True, it's a cliché, but only
truth breeds cliché. And my love
is true.
This little preschooler sounded very precocious.
Unlike many adults, she seemed quite perspicacious.
This little girl was frank and honest with her word.
She did not seem to care about how she was heard.
The unexpected statement I could hear loud and bold.
It came from someone not more than three or four years old.
The little child was clear and easy to understand.
The father just smiled and took her by the hand.
The mother may have deemed her daughter uncouth.
However, the girl’s voice uttered unmitigated truth.
In only three words, this kid said it all.
She spoke at a food court in a shopping mall.
The short statement coming from this little pundit,
was the unmistakably heard “It’s all ********”.
It is the everyday miracles that have the greatest influence in our lives
A baby's first response to its parent's voice
The child that searches for you in the middle of the night after hearing a scary noise
Losing a first tooth
Finding your first Easter egg
A preschooler recognizing their name
Sitting on Granpa's lap playing a game
A caterpillar crawling slowly on the sidewalk
Later seeing it drift by as a butterfly
A father watching his child be born
Or hearing children's laughter in the distance as a loved one is mourned
Making a friend smile
Or just knowing when to let them cry
Being pushed on a swing
A favorite song to sing
Watching a bird take a bath in a puddle
Your dog eyeing the geese flying overhead
Blowing the candles of your birthday cake
Granny teaching you of the cookies to bake
Picking a flower, jumping in a pool, raking leaves, throwing a snowball
Feeling contentment at the end of the day
May we all take the time to witness the miracles that surround us everywhere we go
Words on a T-shirt of a preschooler
‘If you think I’m bad, blame my dad’
Cause less concern about the child
Than the role model that he had
Unfortunate enough to witness
Shirts with verbiage of neglect
A few too many that left my
Mouth open, stomach upset
The typical ones ‘Pretty princess with an attitude,’ and
‘If you think I’m cute you should see my dad’
Do not bother my core
As a few others had
‘Doing more harm than good,’ made my eyes roll
‘I want what I want,’ made me mad
‘And your point is?’ made me shake my head
‘The world owes me a living,’ made me sad
Although I slightly laughed when I read
‘I pee in the pool’
It still sends the message
The parent is a fool
‘Aren’t you glad I’m not your kid’
Made me think it couldn’t get any worse
Until I read ‘Do not resuscitate’
And heard myself curse
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