My shoulder, nap time
Son’s gentle breath in my ear
Secure, safe, and warm
Carolina Day 1
Blue skies and no clouds
A warm, bright, and beautiful
Carolina day
Carolina Day 2
Sun filled, light blue sky
Casual white clouds drifting
Lazy hammock day
Category: Family – Poems and Haiku
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Poem – 40 Rolling
Ouch, that hurt.
What’s that you say?
Getting over the hill,
going to need some kind of pill,
to keep the aches,
and pains at bay.
Pish posh, I say.
I feel eighteen, in a way.
Well.
My mind is young.
At least.
Even if my body, isn’t.
Ouch.
Crack, my bones,
like an egg.
There’s that pain again.
Wait, it’s on the other side as well.
Oh hell.
Creak.
Crack.
Like an old well-worn door.
Or an old squeaky floor.
Turning 40 today.
Can you believe it?
In honor of my birthday I thought I would crank out a Jimmy Buffett song. This one seems to fit the day.
Growing Older But Not Up
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Haiku – 3 Months
Newborn to Infant
Learning more and more each day
Growing up so fast
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Haiku – 6 Year Anniversary
Six years have passed by
Since the day we said I do
It has gone so fast
🙂
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Haiku – 2
Quickly the days pass
My son, 2 months old today
Time really does fly
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2 runs in 2 days
5 and a half miles covered
My legs need a break
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Poem – Morning Routine
. . . Baby wakes
My heavy eye lids,
pushed open with the sound
Trudge down the stairs
Dry thirst in my throat,
from the long night’s sleep
Wife wakes,
stumbles like a zombie out of bed,
follows my created footsteps,
to the nursery
Baby’s eyes meet the day
Feeding
Burping
Feeding
Burping
Feeding
Burping
Diaper change
Feeding
Burping
Feeding
Burping
Feeding
Burping
Stomach full
Time for play
Time for sleep
and
peaceful dreams
until
Baby wakes . . .
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Haiku – The Candy Tree
Green leaves, lime flavored
With a bark of candy cane
and roots of sugar
My latest crazy idea – Haiku for kids.
The question is, does it work? Interested in hearing your thoughts on it. Of course if it was in a book it would have an illustration to go along with it – so you have to kind of imagine it like that.
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Poem – The Bubble Gum Tree
A new journey has begun in my poetry writing. I plan to start writing poems for kids and poems that parents can read to their kids. I hope to maybe get enough of them together to make a book someday with plenty of picture drawings to go along with them.
Let me know what you think.
Come and take a walk,
take a walk with me,
and we will go to find,
the Bubble Gum Tree.
🙂
There we will sit,
hours on end.
Just you and me,
my little friend.
🙂
We will look at the colors,
all around,
and munch on the pieces,
that have fallen on the ground.
🙂
We will,
laugh and play,
blowing bubbles,
all the day.
🙂
Then when the evening sets,
and the day is done.
Home we will go,
with the setting sun.
🙂
But do not fret,
another day we’ll see,
when you and I will sit,
under the Bubble Gum Tree.
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Haiku – Crying
My son’s endless cries
Hard tears on a father’s soul
Purest pain on Earth
I had debated about posting this one after I wrote it a few days ago, but it seems to fit the moment my wife and I are in right now. We are trying to let our son sleep until he falls asleep so we can get him on a better schedule. He seems to be getting better, but this is one of those tough times in his life and mine.
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Haiku – Morning Son and Coffee
Watching my son sleep
Sipping on my coffee cup
A perfect morning
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Haiku – Home
Love, warmth, peace, and joy
In a safe and secure place
I like to call home
+++Inspired by the theme at
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Haiku – Son
One week strong today
Changing every hour
At the speed of light
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Haiku – Sleep Island
Where ‘s the place you sleep?
Between the baby’s feedings
Quite, warm – Sleep Island
I’ve started to notice that in between the baby feeding that there are these little magical pockets of time. This is the time when he sleeps, usually an hour or three. I have been calling these little pockets of time sleep islands.
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Haiku – 8:11 A.M.
Welcome to the world
My precious little baby
10 pounds 8 ounces
My son was born at 8:11 A.M. this morning.
As you can see he was a big boy.
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Haiku – The Bump
Baby on the way
A mother shows – baby grows
It will soon be time
For more on my journey you can check out this site. http://fetustomeetus.wordpress.com/
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Poem – Journey Into Fatherhood
I hear you little one,
growing so big and strong,
deep inside your mother’s womb.
I hear you.
I swear.
I sit and I wonder, what kind of dad will I be?
Will I be a father who puts you at the center?
Or puts you to the side thinking of only me.
Will I do all I can do to make you strong,
to make you wise,
to make you better than I could ever dream of being?
Or will I simply keep you as a prize.
No, I am not yet a father,
but I hope to be so soon.
To live, and love, my precious one,
sun up, day, night and moon.
For more on my journey you can check out this site. http://fetustomeetus.wordpress.com/
I also have an earlier version of this poem listed there.
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Haiku – Solitude IV
At home with my wife
Each on one side of the couch
The T.V. is on
If you’ve been reading the last three Solitude poems you will notice they were beach related. I wrote those before I got married.
The Haiku above is a current version of my Solitude. The beach is still my place to go, but since I got married. I have discovered new ways to take my mind away, other than just running to the beach.
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Poem – Mother’s 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?
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