wee words for wee ones: May 2012

Done-Done

The end is here,
reader, dear.
This blog is done -
it was fun.

My feet are sore
while I stroll the zoo.
My toes are cramped,

must be my shoes.

A blister develops -
I hobble instead of walk.
I don't want to see lions
or red-tailed hawks.

I'm in a lot of pain -
don't take my photograph.
I am going to sit awhile
on the bench by the giraffe.

Wrong Number

Sometimes when I sit
I hear a faint beep
Then a faraway voice,
"I'm trying to sleep!"

When this happens,
I get a pain in my gut.
I've dialed someone
Using my butt.

Cactus Shadow

The

towering

saguaro

cactus

with its

o-u-t-s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d a-r-m-s

looms

large

as it

casts

its black shadow across the driveway

fallen

victim

Mom Love

You were "Mommy"
when I was tiny.
You loved me
though I was whiny.

Then you became "Mom"
as I got older.
I rolled my eyes
and shrugged my shoulder.

Your love for me
was still there
despite my hormones
and teenage-death-stare.

Then you became "Patzy"
when I married Joe.
Enduring his flatulence -
you go with the flow.

Now you're "Grandma"
to my two daughters.
You've loved them
before they were talkers.

I love you, Mom,
you are the best.
Because you are my Mom
I feel blessed.

Happy Mother's Day!

Book Look

I check every shelf
for a popular book.
I can't seem to find it
no matter where I look.

I check the entire library,
including the encyclopedia.
Nothing about this book
is listed under "media".

I get asked to "Like".
I get asked to "Friend".
But without my own book
I can not comprehend.

The book I'm looking for
is filled with many faces.
Maybe I am looking
in all the wrong places?

Dad suggests the Internet,
so I have a look.
Finally I understand...
Facebook is not a book!

Who Am I?

I live in a mobile home
I carry on my back.
I walk slow and steady -
Speed is what I lack.

Being slow is not bad,
That's not what Hare would say.
While he speeds through the race
I'm enjoying this spring day.

Who am I?

One Too Many Bananas

One banana,
two bananas,
three bananas,
four...

Oh no, I'm
                s
                  l
                   i
                    p
                     p
                      i
                       n
                        g
                           on the floor!

                                                   *splat*

My Very Own Pet

At the pet store,
Heading for the door,
I beg for my very own pet.

Dad says, "Move along."
Mom hums a song.
"I'm not leaving," I threat.

They continue to walk,
In the aisle I balk,
I am spitting mad.

They say, "No,
It's time to go!"
I feel horribly bad.

I scream, "I need a pet!
Furry or wet!"
Mom and Dad don't care.

"All I want is a dog,
A bird or a frog -
It's just not fair!"

I make a quick move.
I've got something to prove -
The exit door I block.

My case I present,
Mom starts to relent.
Dad says, "How about a pet rock?"

It's not a dog
Or a bird or a frog,
But what am I to do?

I know it's not the same -
A pet rock is pretty lame,
But at least it doesn't poo.

Icky Sicky

Throat is achy.
Tummy is icky.
Woke up feeling
Super sicky.

Off to the doctor's,
Don't want a shot.
Got a prescription,
Medicine's bought.

Must get healthy
And be well soon.
Got a field trip
Thursday at noon.

Cleaning Day

Cleaned the tub,
dusted my room.
Swept the floor -
with a broom.

Washed the dishes -
every single one.
Finished my chores,
it's time for fun!

Dot on the Wall

fly on the wall

a small black dot

I swat

*smack*

a bug-gut spot

¡Olé!

Today's Cinco de Mayo -
the 5th of May.
Celebrate all things
Mexican today - ¡Olé!

Watermark Moon

The outline

of the moon is a

translucent whisper

against the cobalt afternoon

sky - a lunar watermark

reminding me that I am

a part of the Universe

unseen.