Precious little one
You have reached a great milestone
Happy first birthday
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I really can’t believe my son has just turned one. Words can’t describe how great a year this has been. It is a totally different world when you have kids. He really makes the days so wonderful.
The roaring big top
Children watching mesmerized
Eyes full of wonder
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The smell of supper
My Italian mom cooking
Childhood memories
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Curious and strong
With thick hair like a rock star
Growing up so fast
Morning light
Cascades across my face
Shades of blue, line the horizon
Night is breaking
I stir
Rise
Lift my weary head
Baby wakes
Time to start the stay at home day
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Quickly they are born
Pushed to life by a small breath
For a child’s laughter
First steps you’ve taken
Tiny feet push you forward
10 months old today
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How is love measured?
Faith, honor, dedication
Through good times and bad
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There once was a mole named Larry
Who wasn’t very hairy
His skin was pink
So he started to stink
And his friends all moved away
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My son has a book by Jack Prelutsky called: The New Kid on the Block.
While I was reading it I thought up this poem.
Here’s an example of one of his poems.
Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face by Jack Prelutsky
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you’d be forced to smell your feet.
Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.
Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the breeze.
Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,
remains between your eyes and chin,
not pasted on some other place–
be glad your nose is on your face!
via Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face- Poets.org – Poetry, Poems, Bios & More.
Precious toes and feet
Touch the sand and the water
First steps on new ground
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A happy father
Watching this beach scene unfold
Tears form in his eyes
A D.I.Y. Kid
Cheerios don’t stand a chance
How fast you have grown
A rub across my eyes
Daddy, hold me tight
Soft crib calling me
You make it all so right
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When I wake
We will play and play
Exploring all
Throughout the day
I have to crawl dad
Get my butt straight out of here
Got so much to see
Crawling and moving
Laughing as you learn and play
8 months old today
A mother and child
Stories being read and told
Eyes full of wonder
A blessing from God
True love within her kind heart
Soul full of joy
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I wrote this poem a while back and posted it to this blog last year around this time. I thought I would re-post it in honor of this special day.
How to describe a mom,
well,
it may be too hard to do,
without leaving out,
too many things,
that are true.
For a mom is a blessing,
a true gift from God,
her patience and virtue,
is something,
you could never prod?
Familiar sights, sounds
Waiting to welcome you back
Comfort wrapped in love
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What is it about coming back home after a day, a week, maybe longer, away? There is just so much joy in walking through that door and seeing all you love and cherish, from your adoring spouse, to your favorite chair. Here’s your chance to be a part of this blog. Feel like a Haiku then please drop me one in the comments below concerning home. I would love to hear how you feel about the place you live in.
The living room floor
Field of imagination
Where toys become friends
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Part 1
Watching my son play
Arms flailing and legs kicking
Endless energy
Need some time to waste
Get lost for a day or three
With my wife and son
Been stuck in a medication fog for the last 5 days and I have about 5 more to go. Just need to get away from all of this stuff with my family. Our June vacation can’t come soon enough. Crawling through the days just waiting to see the beach again.
Out on safari
Watching the zebra crossing
A child at play-time
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