Details |
Nathan Leccese Poem
Such a wonderful stage of maturing,
that every parent goes though enduring.
Terrible two’s is the name of this phase,
makes parents pull their hair in amaze.
You end up sounding like a broken record,
as you repeat yourself you feel ignored.
You tell them to come here at least five times,
as you raise your voice to screaming sometimes.
You know they can hear you but choose to ignore,
they kick and scream throwing fits on the floor.
At this point a time out has been earned,
they are up and about when you have returned.
If they have brothers or sisters around,
the civil rivalry is profound.
They push your buttons to test your will,
to raise and train them and give them skills.
But just remember when you’ve had enough,
keep your cool and don’t be so rough.
These are just kids and this is what they do,
you love them to death this much is true.
They are just learning trying to find their way,
following your steps each and every day.
Nathan Bane Leccese
©All Rights Reserved 05/26/2009
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
|
Details |
Nathan Leccese Poem
A natural cup
Collecting drops from heaven
Holding natures drink
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/21/2009
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
|
Details |
Nathan Leccese Poem
Fragile to the touch,
Bathing in rays open wide,
Closed at star lit eyes.
Nathan Bane Leccese
©All Rights Reserved 06/01/09
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
|
Details |
Nathan Leccese Poem
The sun beaming in through the windows of my room,
Causing my conscious mind to wake from the gloom.
Rub the sleepy out of my eyes and look to see,
The love of my life laying next to me.
Her beauty still amazes me each and every day,
And I thank God for her I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The sound of little people come busting through our door,
Yelling “Mommy, Daddy no sleeping anymore.”
They climb into our bed with arms held open wide,
Expecting morning hugs and kisses with their starry eyes.
After hours of us all laying together in bed,
We stir to the kitchen where we can be fed.
As Mom and I cook breakfast for us all,
The children run off to play and wait for the call.
We finally sit down to a homemade meal,
While we eat and talk about our daily drill.
I return to my room where I kneel and pray,
And thank God for a “Perfect Morning” every day.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 03/04/2009
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
|
Details |
Nathan Leccese Poem
Tumble from heavens
Crashing sliding collecting
Mud puddles are born
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/20/2009
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
|
Details |
Nathan Leccese Poem
Our hearts were filled with joy,
when we found out it’s a boy.
We called everyone we knew,
as my wife’s belly grew.
The days begin to fly,
as the time was growing nigh.
I talked to my son at night,
through her belly with delight.
This special moment of mine,
I like to call it belly time.
Sang him songs and read him books,
as my wife gave me funny looks.
Crazy as it may sound,
my connection was profound.
Couldn’t wait for the day,
to hold and teach him to play.
This was my time with my son,
unborn but a lot of fun.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/21/09
*Inspired by Deborah Guzzi’s contest “You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby.”
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
|
Details |
Nathan Leccese Poem
Sometimes we argue
Sometimes we fight.
It gets so bad
We knock out lights.
Then it gets dark
As we hang our heads
And laugh at how dumb
Our anger had spread
It’s the small things
That get us going.
Most of the time
Without us knowing.
Let’s be more careful
And watch it next time.
So the kids don’t see
Us ring and chime.
For now let us
Just kiss and hug
To fix the hurt
And make some love.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/19/2009
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
|
Details |
Nathan Leccese Poem
Looking though their eyes,
To see their faces shining,
Is simply awesome.
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 06/08/09
*Written by my wife Misty Leccese and given to me to publish.
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
|
Details |
Nathan Leccese Poem
Sitting here at work day in day out,
Running my machine mind filled with doubt.
Wondering, pondering about what I’ve become,
Have I done things right? All my task overcome?
Am I happy where I am? Is this what I want to do?
If I could change one thing, would I even want to?
So many questions cloud my mind,
Like the city smog from the daily grind.
Then out of the blue comes a vision so clear,
It sets my mind at rest as the questions disappear.
I see my two children sitting in my lap,
All passed out in my chair taking a nap.
Then I remember why I am where I am,
It’s for my children. It’s all about them.
So I’ll put my mind to rest for now,
Until I ask again what, where, when, why and how.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 03/09/2009
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
|
Details |
Nathan Leccese Poem
What is a true friend in your mind?
Is it someone that sticks with you to the end of time?
Someone that’s honest and true to your face?
Someone that is your saving grace?
Or maybe the person that just lends a hand.
During a time of need and helped you stand.
How about the one that just lends an ear,
And offers their shoulder for all your tears.
The time you got in trouble with no way out.
Who was there beside you, as if you had a doubt?
A true friend can go beyond a person in your life.
Like your pet dog Sam that you cry to at night.
Or it could be a cat that’s been with you for years.
There to keep you safe and warm through all your fears.
They don’t understand. They don’t know what’s wrong.
All they know is your needing them and that’s where they belong.
True friends are needed everyday in life.
To make it though life’s toils and strife.
Without them we are nothing just creatures of the world.
These relationships make us human so I’ve been told.
This is my definition of a true friend.
Someone that will stick by you from start to end.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 03/12/2009
Copyright © Nathan Leccese | Year Posted 2009
|