Children

A day of celebration


Aurora


1st Sunday of Advent


A wakeful glimpse

Into darkness that helps us

See past into the light

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Stephanie


My Gaelic daughter,

A child of grace.

A spirited heart,

An angelic face.

Fears of a mother

Go ahead of her steps.

No greater joy,

Her pain is kept.

Walk among the clover,

Feed under the thatch.

Angels go as you rover .

A lassie of no match.

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Haiku


my grandsons and me

Walk free among verdant grass

Present will be past

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Haiku


the emerald fields

Give way to play for children,

Generational

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Sticks and Stones


Is it the hunger of children

that brings the beast to prowl.

Crying out the souls of poverty as

sticks and stones lay down their head.

Salty tears drying just below

the eyes of today’s forgotten,

dripped onto the little feet

without footprints to follow.

Callused soles of traveled miles,

rubbed into the distain  of nothingness,

from thick leather boots stepping

on the fear of the lost children.

 

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Four Poster Bed


That four poster bed and me at the foot…

was the beginnings of beginnings

and the irony it took.

My Mother’s plight to come back home,

when our Father’s fights,

were all we had known.

Grandparents adjusting

and opening their doors,

no one needed to sleep on the floor.

The nights we laid, kittens in bed,

me at the foot,

as they snuggled at the head.

Quilts laid busy acoss us just right,

four poster jammed,

with three quite a sight.

As we grew older and given each a bed,

I will never forget the four poster bed,

me at the foot and they at the head.

I wonder in life when all things askew

and the trials I endured

whether old or renewed.

If being at the foot of this bed

gave me the will to survive,

in keeping my head.

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Cowlick


I was born with a cowlick,

as they say in the South

It is nowhere related

to parts of a mouth.

If you looked real close

nothing laid down.

Hair stood up everywhere

even the crown

People would notice

then look away.

See only the  pretty girls

no cowlicks, got to stay.

But, even born with a cowlick

isn’t too bad.

Cause it won’t make you happy

and it won’t make you sad.

That’s got to come way deep inside

learning to take cowlicks  all in stride.

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Santa Came Too Soon


A voice so loud, I do remember,

 

Early evening, in late December

 

“Ho ho ho”, with a thunderous caugh,

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Waking from slumber, we began to laugh.

 

Why was he here and we not asleep?

 

As our grandfather yelled, “kids come take a peep.”

 

“It looks as though Santa has come too soon,

 

You are awake and giggling in your room.”

 

We tip toed and peered around the hall to see,

 

a bearded man, red suit, looking back at me.

 

“Ho Ho Ho”, he winked and continued to sound.

 

“You are awake and wide eyed, I have found.”

 

We stood there in awe, and not a word said,

 

He hugged us, “Now get back to your bed.”

 

I remember the night, Santa came too soon.

 

As I tried to fall asleep, that night in my room.

 

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