All our lives we’re on the cusp
When entering a phase,
From infancy to toddlerhood
And on, all through our days.
We go to school and then we’re on
The cusp of a career.
We date and fall in love; the cusp
Of family life draws near.
We reach the cusp of middle age
And possibly success,
Along with all the highs and lows
Of life and all the stress.
As years go by, we reach the cusp
Of yet another stage,
Becoming “seniors” with the downfalls
Linked with older age.
It ends the way that it begins -
For right from our first breath,
We go through life, forgetting
We are on the cusp of death.
My knees have helped me always.
From my crawling toddlerhood
To my trike, then 2-wheeled riding,
If I needed them, they would…
Let me walk for many miles,
Help me climb up many stairs;
Do aerobics in a gym class,
Reach for shelves from tops of chairs.
On my knees, I’ve dug and planted
Bulbs so daffodils would grow.
I’ve bent down to tie a thousand shoes,
Scrubbed floors so they would glow.
I have jogged and danced and boogied
And played lots of running sports
And throughout, my knees have given me
The greatest of supports.
But at last, with age advancing,
From some things I must refrain
For my trusty knees have lately
Just provided me with pain.
Handle with Care
ought to be written there
On soft fragile foreheads
tucked into precious beds
From infancy to toddlerhood
childhood through adolescence
Survival thanks to the good
grace of His blessed Effulgence...
As we hover o'er our graves
thanks to Him who paves
Our way, handles us with care
hears our every prayer
I'm waiting here outside ballet
And while my grandchild twirls away
My pencil gets to do its thing;
Some thoughts to paper it will bring.
The little girls, all dressed in pink,
Adorably are on the brink
Of leaving toddlerhood behind;
It goes so fast, it blows my mind.
And I, though, on the other hand,
Have somehow managed now to land
Instead of at a door marked "Stage,"
At one that boldly says "Old Age."
My ballerina days have passed;
The lots are in, the die's been cast
But lucky me, I can enjoy
My most delicious girl and boy.
She strikes a fashion model pose,
Complete with playful grin.
Her toddlerhood is over –
Let the “girly” years begin!
She opens all her presents
Then insists she wants some more,
Surrounded by the wrapping paper,
Bows and cards galore.
She wants to hold her cousin,
Who’s a baby, on her lap.
“I don’t need any help!” she says,
Like it’s a handicap.
Today she’s turning three years old,
Which I cannot believe.
I wonder just what other tricks
She’s hiding up her sleeve.
Is
When a tiny tot teeters on the brink of toddlerhood
When your first love finds another
When a reader discovers Hemingway
When demob happy you exit the services
When a treacherous IED is tripped
When Death your soulmate snatches away.