I guard the darkness
While the city sleeps below
Safely in slumber
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
♥
The other two can be found here: http://wp.me/p2kmxm-Mq
How is love measured?
Faith, honor, dedication
Through good times and bad
♥
A cat’s brave courage
Measured with scared paws and claws
My son starts to walk
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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
🙂
A happy father
Watching this beach scene unfold
Tears form in his eyes
I have to crawl dad
Get my butt straight out of here
Got so much to see
Your purring rhythm
Putting me to gentle sleep
After a long day
I wrote this last night – tired and ready for bed. It is tough being a stay at home dad, taking care of my son, trying to write, keep up the house, stay in shape, blog, etc. I even have, not one, but two, grandmothers close by who help me out a few times a week and I still get worn out. Staying home is one of the toughest jobs I have ever had, but you know what, I love it. This is the best job in the world – even on the toughest of days. My hats off to anyone who has done this job or who is currently doing this job. So rewarding.
By the way, more of a cat man than a dog man. Just me. They put me at ease. How about you? Cat or dog person. Just leave me your answer and a why attached to it.
Old toys have returned,
with the familiar playtime
Back from vacation
🙂
Lots of car seat time
A good little traveler,
this Easter weekend
Smooth cup of coffee
Holding my son in my arms
A perfect morning
🙂
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
Carolina Day 3
My shoulder, nap time
Son’s gentle breath in my ear
Secure, safe, and warm
Carolina Day 4
Crib gymnast sleeping
Cup of coffee to relax
Sunlight on my face
6 months old today
Half a year has passed so quick
Time is flying by
🙂
Big radiant smile
Beaming like the sun above
Always melts my heart
Creeping, crawling, slithering along
Singing their sunny song
With their clicking, clacking claws
On the ends of their big hairy paws
They slither and shake
Through the darkness they quake
I wrote this earlier today and I honestly don’t know what to think about it. I thought I would post it and see what you, fellow readers, thought about it. I would aim this more towards kids like a Shel Silverstein poem with a drawing to go along with the small poem.
Sunshine permeates
A stroller stroll for my son
Best time in the world
With toes in the sand
Memories breeze through my mind,
of childhood beach trips
🙂
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