Random Poems

Haiku

Kaitlin sleeps soundly
Pretty eyelashes flutter
With sweet, happy dreams

Kaitlin wakes smiling
Dusting off the night magic
Clearing it for day

Kaitlin trusts deeply
Knowing true maternal love
Basking in the warmth

Writing Limerick

This poet is tired and sleepy,
She is weepy and writing things creepy.
So this poem's not her best,
Just re-read the rest,
Or read into this one more deeply.

The Pre-School Teacher

Next to her mother and sometimes her father,
There is one other person who cares for my daughter.
Not related at all, by marriage or kin,
She still applauds her successes and forgives her, her sins.

She teaches, she nurtures and often she laughs,
Even covered with glue or a finger paint bath.
Each tot in her care has a piece of her heart,
In spite of the years that may see them apart.

She has a rare beauty deep in her soul,
Her job is a calling and not just a role.
She helps shape young minds, with kindness and love,
A pre-school teacher is surely sent from above.

From these grateful parents an enormous thank you,
Our sweet girl has thrived from being with you.
Bless you for taking on this daunting task,
A teacher who’s given us more than we asked.

Stopping to Pay Tribute to My Dad on a Summer Afternoon.

The Father of the Poet knows,
Of how things bloom and how things grow.
He laid the roots for healthy fruit, 
By tending to the seeds he sowed.

The Poet's Father donned a suit,
And drove along his daily route.
His seedlings tucked away all safe,
Protected from the world so brute.

The Poet's Father kept his place, 
Allowed his seedlings growth to race,
'Til they matured and well along,
And left their youth without a trace,

The Father of the Poet's strong.
He fights for right, corrects the wrongs.
He's our Hero with a gentle song. 
A Hero with a gentle song.