The sounds of children
Washing over the playground
Filling it with joy
Poetry and Occasional Randomness
The sounds of children
Washing over the playground
Filling it with joy
Kid at the window
Holding a fuzzy plush toy
Watching the birds prance
Simple easy smiles
Golden like the morning sun
Warming up my heart
Wake up call today
Baby girl making noises
Cooing soft and sweet
Baby girl sleeping
Tucked away in sweet slumber
Dreaming happy thoughts
+
I’ve been listening to this song for a long time, and now it resonates with me so much more. I thought I would post it along with this Haiku today. My girl is only 5 days old, and yes, I am making her a Parrothead already.
+
First steps you’ve taken
Tiny feet push you forward
10 months old today
♥
There once was a mole named Larry
Who wasn’t very hairy
His skin was pink
So he started to stink
And his friends all moved away
****
My son has a book by Jack Prelutsky called: The New Kid on the Block.
While I was reading it I thought up this poem.
Here’s an example of one of his poems.
Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face by Jack Prelutsky
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you’d be forced to smell your feet.
Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.
Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.
Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place–
be glad your nose is on your face!
via Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face- Poets.org – Poetry, Poems, Bios & More.
A mother and child
Stories being read and told
Eyes full of wonder
A blessing from God
True love within her kind heart
Soul full of joy
•
I wrote this poem a while back and posted it to this blog last year around this time. I thought I would re-post it in honor of this special day.
How to describe a mom,
well,
it may be too hard to do,
without leaving out,
too many things,
that are true.
For a mom is a blessing,
a true gift from God,
her patience and virtue,
is something,
you could never prod?
The living room floor
Field of imagination
Where toys become friends
•
Part 1
Watching my son play
Arms flailing and legs kicking
Endless energy
Need some time to waste
Get lost for a day or three
With my wife and son
Been stuck in a medication fog for the last 5 days and I have about 5 more to go. Just need to get away from all of this stuff with my family. Our June vacation can’t come soon enough. Crawling through the days just waiting to see the beach again.
Bouncing baby boy
Jumper bopping and popping,
with my son’s laughter
Gusts of wind blowing
Big storm on the horizon
Child’s eyes wide open
Jimmy Buffett – Barefoot Children in the Rain