Thursday, March 31, 2011

Spring Break

I can sleep late and be lazy all day.
Instead of homework, I'm allowed to play.

With non-stop snacks, movies, and books - I've scored.
But as the week goes on, I'm getting bored.

Spring Break is awesome and totally cool -
But I kinda miss just being at school.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Phone Calls

Ring-ring
There it goes again

Ring-ring
Phone call number ten

Ring-ring
For sis, mom or dad?

Ring-ring
That sound makes me sad

Ring-ring
I want it to be

Ring-ring
A call just for me

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Who Am I?

Some say my wings buzz,
I prefer to think of them as humming.

I am bigger than a bumble-bee,
But not by much.

I flit in all directions,
I hover in midair,
And I use my beak to sip nectar.

Who am I?

Monday, March 28, 2011

Mom-dar

*squeak-thump, squeak-thump*
"Please don't jump on your bed."

*clink - swipe - clink*
"No, cookies before dinner."

*extended silence*
"What are you up to in there?"

Mom-dar knows all.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Tops Are Tops

twist
drop

twist
drop

twist
 spin, spin, spin

blurry red
twirly yellow

wobbly-bobbly

drop

the simple joy
of 
toy tops

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Screen Door Scramble (if you have a dog who likes to bolt)

"Stay!" (with stern look and finger point)
*slide screen door open 6 inches*
squeeze body through
SLAM!
"Good dog."

(then repeat to get back into the house)

Friday, March 25, 2011

Happy Paws

Doggy romps
Doggy topples
Doggy loves to flop belly up

Doggy frolics
Doggy rollicks
Doggy's a wiggly-jiggly pup

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Different Is Different

Different is different -
Nothing more,
Nothing less.

Different is different -
I like tidy,
You like a mess.

Different is different -
I am dark,
You are light.

Different is different -
We are sisters,
We are tight.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Write On

It's hard
to write
coherent poetry
when my brain is
hazy
with worry
because my youngest
is sick,
when my brain is
slow
with sleep deprivation
because my youngest
is sick.

But here
I sit,
trying
to write on.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Monday, March 21, 2011

Bob

We are surprised
to see you -
in the early evening
sauntering through
our backyard.

Are you an early riser?

Or a rebel against your
nocturnal ways?

We admire your
tufted ears
and
your fluffy white
underbelly
fur.

But one glance
at your
stubby black-tipped tail
and we understand
why you are called
Bob...cat.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

No More Snirt*

Today is the first day of spring -
I shall open windows and sing.

I can't wait to delve in the soil -
Prepare my garden with my toil.

My fingernails will fill with dirt -
I'll erase any tinge of snirt*.

*snirt = snow + dirt
Sometimes lurking in shadows and under bushes at this time of year in areas of the country where it snowed.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Go Fly a Kite!

I hold tight
as
my kite
bucks,
swoops,
flits
across
the sky -
working
with
and
against
the wind.

My grip
is
the only
thing
holding
my kite
back
from
freedom -
from
danger.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Crazy Dog Love

You wag your wee tail and lick my face.
You trot quickly to match my fast pace.

I realize you love me like crazy,
But sometimes I am just plain lazy.

Sometimes I just want to stay in bed,
When all you want is to just be fed.

I'm so sorry my doggie madame,
I'm not as good as you think I am.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Green Day

Today is the day to don your green.
If you don't, someone just might be mean.

A pinch for those with no green to wear?
Just say you have on green underwear!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

They're Back!

Warmer days have brought lots of lizards back.
They zip, dart, dash - our dog tries to attack.

One slips between rocks, then bolts for cactus.
Dog barely misses - lizard needs practice.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Monday, March 14, 2011

Forever Caught

I let go and it floated up,  *sigh*
From down here it's just a red dot.  *gulp*
Wedged up in the highest branches, *sniff*
My balloon is forever caught.   *sob*

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Library Love

Everywhere that I look,
All I see are books, books, books.

On shelves from floor to ceiling -
Books on sports, books on healing.

CD's, comics, magazines,
Books for adults, books for teens.

Fun books, books that are scary -
They're all at your library.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Light and Love

Sometimes
sending out
thoughts
of light
and
of love,
of hope
and
of healing
is all
we can do
when we want
to help
but we
feel
helpless.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Meet Rocky

Nestled between two boulders
on a patch of gravel
sits a guy
about a foot and a half
tall.

His bottom is rock hard.
His middle is rock hard.
Even his head is rock hard.

His eyes are glassy. (pieces of broken bottle)
His lips are dry and peely. (an orange peel)

Meet Rocky,
the desert rockman.
(as opposed to snowman)

He rocks!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Sisters Through and Through

Big sister was born, bitty baby girl
Black hair sprouting straight up like a mop.

Her Birth Mother's plan involved Ma and Dad
Two people chosen - lucky to adopt.

Little sis was born, bitty baby girl
With tiny blond hairs, her mop so fine, too.

Born six years later to Mama and Dad,
Big sister's dream had finally come true.

No matter how it looks to me and you
These two sisters are sisters through and through.


Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Sick-ster

All my sister did today was
Lay on her bed and moan.
I wanted to cheer her up,
But Mom said to leave her alone.

Her eyes were all watery,
Her cheeks were a blotchy red.
At last Mom got distracted,
So I went to sister's bed.

I whispered, "Feel better, sis."
Her sleeping form did not stir.
So I tiptoed to my bed
And got Teddy to give her.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Why Is It?

Why is it
in your eyes
my worth
is linked
to my waistline?

Why is it
in your eyes
the bigger
my body size
the less
I am
worth?

The less you see me.
The less you listen to me.
The less you value me.

Why is it
in your eyes
what I eat
or
don't eat
matters?

I am
who
I am.

I am
the size
I am.

Why is it
in your eyes
I am
never
good enough?

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Who Am I? (dogfish version)

I have big teeth
And a wide grin.
Most people know me
By my dorsal fin.

Who am I?

Rinse and Spit

The dentist said to,
"Sit back, open wide."

The next thing I know,
fingers are inside.

A swab and a poke,
then I rinse and spit.

While she cleans and drills,
still as stone I sit.

Finally it is true,
from this chair I flee.

I will floss daily -
stay cavity free.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Tick-Tock

Tick-tock it is six o'clock
Ugh, still dark - can't find my sock.

Tick-tock it's seven o'clock
So tired I want to squawk.

Tick-tock it is eight o'clock
Oops, missed the bus - now I walk.

Tick-tock it is nine o'clock
Wish I hadn't worn my Crocs.

Tick-tock it is ten o'clock
After that walk I am a jock.

Tick-tock it's eleven o'clock
I wish I could be at the dock.

Tick-tock it's twelve o'clock
Must eat lunch - no time to talk.

Tick-tock it is one o'clock
Boo-hoo, locker has jammed lock.

Tick-tock it is two o'clock
The end of school day clock mocks.

Tick-tock it is three o'clock
I ride the bus home six blocks.

Tick-tock it is four o'clock
Forgot my key - have to knock.

Tick-tock it is five o'clock
Snack is a celery stalk.

Tick-tock it is six o'clock
My homework load makes me balk.

Tick-tock it's seven o'clock
Still have homework - I'm in shock.

Tick-tock it is eight o'clock
Lights out - I sleep like a rock.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Rat-ta-tat-tat!

Rat-ta-tat-tat! Rat-ta-tat-tat!
Tapping noise...*groan*...did you hear that?

Rat-ta-tat-tat! Rat-ta-tat-tat!
Now's the time I would like a cat.

Rat-ta-tat-tat! Rat-ta-tat-tat!
Will it leave if I wave this mat?

Rat-ta-tat-tat! Rat-ta-tat-tat!
Please, Sir Woodpecker, scram, scoot scat!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The Sound of Silence

There is a
hush
that
settles
over
our house.

It comes
after
our youngest
has bathed -
smelling of
soap,
lotion,
and
love.

It comes
after
our youngest
has been
read to -
her thoughts
full of
book characters
and
playtime fun.

It comes
after
our youngest
has been
tucked into
bed.

The hush
intensifies
after
our oldest
has showered -
smelling of
shampoo,
lotion,
and
love.

After
our oldest
has read to
herself -
her thoughts
as unique
and
varied
as she
is.

After
our oldest
has gone to
bed.

The hush
permeating
our house
turns to
the absence
of sound.

The sound
of
silence.

Our family is
still,
safe,
peaceful.

And
we
grownups
are
blessed,
appreciative,
content.