the Poetry of Life – #013

“Mom, I need to buy this shirt!”, said she.
I thought a minute – is it really a need?
Will she wear it out more times than three?
It was on sale, though hardly for free…
But in the end, I said, “Sure, sweet”.
The shirt, you see, will also fit me

copyright 2009 AKent

the Poetry of Life – #011

My boy he always giggles
And when he does he always squiggles
And when I tickle him he wiggles
And then it gives his legs the jiggles
And his whole body twists and wriggles.
It always starts with just his giggles!

copyright 2009 AKent

the Poetry of Life – #005

While sleep continues to elude me
I try to remember days less moody.
I’m certain there was a time long ago
When I didn’t swing quite so ‘to and fro’…
The life I had back ‘in the days’
Were full of friends, dinners, plays;
A time when I was more relaxed
Happy, carefree, less perplexed.
But none of the things from then I’d trade
For the life into which I’ve now forayed.
I wouldn’t give up the littlest bits
Of the memories I have with my own four kids.

copyright 2009 AKent

the Poetry of Life – #002

Once there was this super guy
I’m sure that he could even fly
A super hero – one of a kind
No stronger man you could find
“Stinky Diaper Pants” was his name
And of his smell he felt no shame
I didn’t think she’d mind, my mother
If that’s what I called my baby brother

copyright 2009 AKent

the Poetry of Life – #001

Whoosh, grrrr – then I sit to stay
On my chair, with a hot latte.
I put it down and turn around
To find a boy down on the ground!
I pick him up and hold him close
‘Til he’s sure he’s loved the most.
I put him on the couch to sit
And stop from falling – for a bit.
I go to get him a small drink
And see some dishes in the sink.
So I stop to clean a few
Then spy another chore to do.
When a few more things are done
I check back on my little one.
Fast asleep with blanket is he
So I breathe and remember – ME!
I grab my cup and sit to hold
My latte that is now too cold.

copyright 2009 AKent