Watch Out for the Pot, Dot!

There once was a turkey named Dot
A peaceful refuge she sought
But with Thanksgiving Day
Only days away
She'll likely end up in a pot.

Adoption Day Celebration

Tomorrow, November 22nd is National Adoption Day. To celebrate I am sharing a few poems, pictures, and a video about my own family - formed by adoption, expanded by birth, held together by love.

Our sweet Colleen - 36 hours old.

Adoption Love Limerick
Much to our delight
It all worked out just right
Our daughter's adoption
Was the perfect option
For all it was love at first sight

Sisters Through and Through                                     

Other sisters                                        
Look the same,
Carbon copies -
What a shame.

My sister looks
Nothing like me.

We are different
It's plain to see.

Different hair color,

Different eyes.

Different skin color,

Different size.

We look different,
It's plainly true.
But we are sisters
Through and through.

We keep secrets
From our mom.

When it storms,
Sis keeps me calm.

We share a room,
Our "Sister Suite".

Today we annoy,
Tomorrow we're sweet.

Through thick and thin,
We are stuck like glue.
We are sisters
Through and through. 

My family: Colleen, me, Joe and Maureen

Families Are Families                                       
Families are formed                                  
in different ways:
adoption or birth,
both are okay.

Adoptive families
get asked a question or two
"Is she your real daughter?"
"Why doesn't he look like you?"

Every adoptee
is a real child.
He or she isn't fake,
artificial or wild.

Families joined
by the power of love
belong together,
they fit like a glove.

Fleeting Flight

flutters by
a flash of brilliance
in the sky

Winner? (zeno)

Hide and seek is not for the meek.                              
My daughter modeling hiding in the trunk.*

"Ready or not
here I
After midnight
Still hiding in
the trunk,

*Do NOT attempt at home.*

Many thanks to Michelle Heidenrich Barnes and J. Patrick Lewis for introducing me to the poetry form zeno. 

I recommend you visit today's gracious Poetry Friday hostess, Keri, at Keri Recommends. Enjoy!

Veterans Day

are the ones 
who put country first 
despite their fears, 
the danger, 
the odds.  
Honor our Veterans 

From Orange to Black, The Decomposition of Jack

I'm the Halloween pumpkin
you bought at the store.
You carefully carved me,
scraped my slimy core.

I smiled brightly for you,
a beacon by your door.
But Halloween has come and gone
and frankly I'm getting sore.

I sit here decomposing
each day a little more.
Soon all I will be
is a big moldy spore.

Today's poem was inspired by Liz Steinglass' poem, "A Pumpkin's Plea" written from the pumpkin's POV about wanting a face. I thought to myself, how would a Jack-O-Lantern feel (and look) a week after Halloween?

Visit Liz and all the other poets who gather for Poetry Friday. This week's hostess is Diane Mayr at Random Noodling.

Election Day

Go to the polls,
blacken the dots.
Democracy -
it is all we've got.