Posted in life, original

Days of Childhood

I remember….

When days were longer and the sun wasn’t as hot

Looking forward to summer and playing all day long

Danced and played in the rain

Running around, sweaty but with a huge smile on my face

Climb trees, scraped my knees

Flew a kite, learned how to ride a bike

Roller blading and falling and getting back up to try again

Yes, I remember those wonderful days

©Maria Michaela

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Posted in growing old, life, original

Her Young Years

Hair of brown now lined with silver

Years of wisdom passed on

Gave her young years to her young one’s

And so her youth has gone.

But happiness and love only grew each day

For she had them and they have her

She may be growing older each year

But through her children, she will be young forever.

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Can I Carry You?

I love this poem. I hope you all enjoy it too!
By: Brad Anderson
Published on February 2006
I guess that I can hold you

one more time before you grow

and tell you that I love you

so that you will always know.

Please let me tie your shoe again.

One day you’ll tie your own.

And when you think back to this time

I hope it’s love I’ve shown.

Can I help you put your coat on?

Can I please cut up your meat?

Can I pull you in the wagon?

Can I pick you out a treat?

One day you might just care for me,

so let me care for you.

I want to be a part

of every little thing you do.

Tonight could I please wash your hair?

Can I put toys in the bath?

Can I help you count your small ten toes

before I teach you math?

Before you join a baseball team

can I pitch you one more ball?

And one more time can I stand near

to make sure you don’t fall?

Let’s take another space-ship ride

Up to the Planet Zoor.

Before our Cardboard Rocket

doesn’t fit us anymore.

Please let me help you up the hill.

while you’re still too small to climb.

And let me read you stories

while you’re young and have the time.

I know the day will come

when you will do these things alone.

Will you recall the shoulder rides

and all the balls we’ve thrown?

I want you to grow stronger

than your Dad could ever be.

And when you find success

there will be no soul more proud than me.

So will you let me carry you?

One day you’ll walk alone.

I cannot bear to miss one day

from now until you’ve grown.
Taken from: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/one-last-time

Posted in life, original

Revisit

Childhood memories,
Back to the time when days were carefree
And time did not fly.

When children played outside,
Enjoyed the sun,
And had bruises on their knees and elbows.
Yes! Good times!

Remembering and revisiting
Learning from the past

Maria Michaela

Posted in love, original

That Woman, My Mother

She gives her all never asking for anything in return
She’s tired all day but when she sees her children, she’s reborn
She goes the extra mile
Still manages to put on a smile
She is super and fun to be with
She only knows how to give
Oh that woman! She’s beyond compare
And this to the world I have to share

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The Creature In The Classroom

It appeared inside our classroom
at a quarter after ten,
it gobbled up the blackboard,
three erasers and a pen.
It gobbled teacher’s apple
and it bopped her with the core.
“How dare you!” she responded.
“You must leave us . . . there’s the door.”
The Creature didn’t listen
but described an arabesque
as it gobbled all her pencils,
seven notebooks and her desk.
Teacher stated very calmly,
“Sir! You simply cannot stay,
I’ll report you to the principal
unless you go away!”
But the thing continued eating,
it ate paper, swallowed ink,
as it gobbled up our homework
I believe I saw it wink.
Teacher finally lost her temper.
“OUT!” she shouted at the creature.
The creature hopped beside her
and GLOPP . . . it gobbled teacher.
-Jack Prelutsky
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I Wave Goodbye When Butter Flies

I wave good-bye when butter flies
and cheer a boxing match,
I’ve often watched my pillow fight,
I’ve sewn a cabbage patch,
I like to dance at basket balls
or lead a rubber band,
I’ve marveled at a spelling bee,
I’ve helped a peanut stand.
It’s possible a pencil points,
but does a lemon drop?
Does coffee break or chocolate kiss,
and will a soda pop?
I share my milk with drinking straws,
my meals with chewing gum,
and should I see my pocket change,
I’ll hear my kettle drum.
It makes me sad when lettuce leaves,
I laugh when dinner rolls,
I wonder if the kitchen sinks
and if a salad bowls,
I’ve listened to a diamond ring,
I’ve waved a football fan,
and if a chimney sweeps the floor,
I’m sure the garbage can.
– Jack Prelutsky
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As Soon As Fred Gets Out of Bed

As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, “Don’t put it there,
a head’s no place for underwear!”
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred’s underwear remains.

At night when Fred goes back to bed,
he deftly plucks it off his head.
His mother switches off the light
and softly croons, “Good night! Good night!”
And then, for reasons no one knows,
Fred’s underwear goes on his toes.

– Jack Prelutsky