You didn’t want to sleep.
There was too much going on.
All these people to hold you.
You smiled at our laughter.
You waved to say hello.
You let us get to know you.
You ate some sweet potatoes.
You reached for all the sweets.
Your stopped to have some milk.
You crawled across the floor.
You pulled yourself to standing.
I’m so thankful for your health.
Before Thanksgiving
There is so much to do before Thanksgiving:
laundry and cleaning and dishes to bake,
papers to scan and meals to eat,
items for discussion and plans to make.
There is so much to do before Thanksgiving–
so much action among the ranks.
So much to do, but I refuse
to do it before giving thanks.
In the Family Room
My daughter is sitting
on my grandpa’s lap
in the recliner
where he usually take’s a nap.
My sister is finding
a little snack to eat
on the counter where Grandma
lays out the treats.
My grandma’s relaxing
and chatting a while.
I sit on the hearth and
I watch and I smile.
To Write Yesterday’s Poem
It’s hard to look back into time,
search out the reason and the rhyme,
and all the sense that we can make.
We want to do another take.
And even now with all we know,
it’s hard to write yesterday’s poem.
All Good Things
You have everything you need today.
I want to give you so much more.
I want to give you all good things,
the ones not in the store.
Someone to look up to.
A shed of scrap materials.
Apologies sometimes.
To know all of life is the “real world.”
A country road to walk on
beneath the glowing moon.
A spark of delight when you hear
that daddy will be home soon.
The confidence to stand at the front.
The courage to disagree.
Enough grace for others and yourself.
A little grace for me.
An understanding of how to gain knowledge.
The patience to practice your art.
A hideaway to fill with dreams.
Hope anchored in your heart.
Morning
You could use a bit more sleep.
I could use a bit more you.
If I leave you alone to sleep real deep,
will you wake up in a minute or two?
I’m pouring coffee, frying eggs,
I’m making up some toast
for breakfast with my sleepyhead,
the one I love the most.
But Me, I Don’t Mind Change
But me, I don’t mind change.
Let’s get on with it.
Let’s do something different.
I wouldn’t mind a bit.
If staying here is normal,
let’s do something strange.
To some that may be scary,
but me, I don’t mind change.