wee words for wee ones: August 2014

Mama's Definition of Labor Day

In honor of Monday's holiday, here is another perspective on Labor Day -
it is not always celebrated in September. :o)

Forty-two weeks,
ready to go.
Off to the hospital
for baby to show.

Contractions increase,
"Breathe 1-2-3!"
Can't get comfy,
do what with my knees?

Finally Doc says,
"Give a big push!"
Out comes baby,
head, belly and tush.

A Color By Any Other Fruit

I'm round and orange,
my flesh is sweet.
Peel me, section me,
I'm a treat to eat.

Who am I?

Write Wrong

blank computer screen

her insecurities fill

the page

There's My Family

There's my puppy
laying on the floor,
sleeping, snuggling
that dog can snore.

There's my sister
talking on her phone,
yada-yada, blah-blah-blah
super loud ringtone.

There's my mom
coming in from a run,
red faced, panting
sweating a ton.

There's my dad
coming home from work,
mumbling, grumbling
his boss is a jerk.

Not a Morning Person

snooze button
procrastinating
the inevitable

Secret to Long Hair

If I leave it alone
my hair grows, grows, grows.
Then down my back
my hair flows, flows, flows.

Picnic Postponed

We're going on a picnic,
my family and me.
We see the perfect table
under a big oak tree.

But as we get closer
with our baskets in hand,
we decide maybe we need
a totally new plan.

Apparently this spot
is under some busy birds,
because the tabletop is covered
in an abundance of turds.

TMI

I'm trying to cope
in a social media world
where instantly I know
her straight hair just curled.

Or what he ate for dinner,
or that their cat went poo,
or that a lion ate a giraffe
at the Copenhagen zoo.

Mushy Mutt

Every evening
precisely at nine,
my dog turns to mush
without whimper or whine.

On her pillow
drool soaks her fur.
If she were a cat,
I'm sure she'd purr.

In Case of Disaster

a sense of humor

the only means

of survival

Rain Delayed

Pouring down rain
can be such a pain
when I want to ride my bike.

I'm stuck inside
with time to bide -
this part of monsoons I dislike.

Rainy Night

The moon cries

into its soggy gray pillow

all night long.

Trail Trouble

Coyote

amber eyes follow

my dog's lead.

Mosquitoes Suck

Bad Poetry Day is Monday, August 18th.

In honor of this illustrious holiday here is my very own "bad" poem:

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Mosquitoes suck,

Because they do.

It's all a matter of perspective, isn't it?

Pup's Back Up Limerick

Puppy was feeling funky
Her tummy was kinda junky
She ate some grass
To help it pass
Now she jumps like a monkey

Blossoms with Wings

Yellow bellied finch

bend and sway the gray branches

of the creosote bush.

Where do the blossoms end

and the birds begin?

Environmental Hair Style

sprinkles
mist
moisture
kissed

wet
world
hair
curled

Super Moon

Luminescent

spider egg

stuck in the web

of our solar system.

Post Party Pooped

The morning after,
we are stooped,
the slumber party
left us pooped.

Today is the day
we need to regroup
before we start
the new week loop.

Acute Tweenager

She's not a teen,
but not a child.
Her hormones swing,
her moods are wild.

Coming or going?
She's not sure.
Angst of a tween,
there is no cure.

No Rest for the Weary...Parents

Flashlight flickers,

nightgowned ghosts.

Muted snickers,

sleepless hosts.

Lost Cat, Found Cat

Wander cat,

squander cat,

hiding where we launder cat.

Fraidy cat,

lady cat,

life on the streets, shady cat.

Skinny cat,

mini cat,

eats out of a trash tinny cat.

Scratchy cat,

patchy cat,

two wounds that matchy cat.

Sticky cat,

licky cat,

got into something icky cat.

Mewing cat,

stewing cat,

gonna need some wooing cat.

Furry cat,

purry cat,

now she's not in a hurry cat.

Huggy cat,

snuggy cat,

she's getting to be a pudgy cat.