Life's Journey Through Poetry

THE STORY Avery, now 7 years old, always made me laugh with her youthful, innocent concrete thinking. This limerick, I imagined, would be...

THE STORY Emma, now 6 years old, went from a reluctant skier to ski slope queen in a few months. The poem was meant to show her...

THE STORY   With my granddaughter’s 9th birthday, I wanted to poetically send a message of unconditional love. What better emissary than...

THE STORY There is nothing more alarming to a three year old than to be told it is bedtime. To skirt around the subject, we, as parents,...

How special I must be To have an animal named for me Often I would whine That no one called me REIN Now I’m not so sad I’m actually very...

THE STORY Identity is paramount to every human being. It surfaces during childhood and follows through all the different stages of life....

Glistening against a blue back drop Twig arms stretched east to west; A coal black smile and hat on top My snowman is the best Nose...

THEO TURBO TOP - THE STORY My grandson Theo, now 2, has added constant motion to complement his perpetual smile. He bolts out of bed and...

There was a young girl with a large curl Whose third finger just needed to twirl So she twirled with no luck Cause her finger got stuck...

There was a small cat with a habit Of moving its nose like a rabbit It did meow like a cat I’m afraid it’s not that Nor rabbit or cat but...

Mirror, Mirror What do you see? My mother, my father My grandfather, maybe? Mirror, Mirror What will I be? A swimmer, a scholar, a...

Jiggily Wiggily Giggily Wiggily Giggily Jiggily It's Theo on the go Only smiles does he know With jello's jiggily, wiggily JELLO SMILES -...

There was a small Avery Jane Who wanted to cover her brain She looked all around A panty she found New fashion with two sided drains THE...

EMMA’S CHEER emmaE emmaM emmaM emmaA I can spell. I can write. I can draw. I can play. I am 3. No more 2. No more 1. On to 4. I will run....