Face of a Child (Poem)

Face of a Child

Her image is echoed in the face of our child,
In him, I see her beauty so soft and so mild,
I can’t help but smile and shake my head,
Makes me wonder what else has been bred,
Together those two are something of a riot,
One thing is for certain neither is called quiet,
They both are very sassy but honestly sweet,
But without either, I wouldn’t be complete,
How interesting is what gets passed down,
A laugh, a pout, a smile, even a frown,
In him, I see her beauty so soft and so mild,
Her image is echoed in the face of our child,

Daily Shouts (Poem)

Daily Shouts

The morning struggle between my son and wife,
Appears to be a staple of our everyday life,
When it’s my job to get him out the house,
He gets up and dressed as quiet as a mouse,
But with my wife, he covers his head,
And believe it or not, tries to go back to bed,
This, of course, doesn’t go over well with her,
She had to constantly yell to get him to stir,
That, in turn, causes him to shout right back,
That gets her riled up where she wants to smack,
I get that he’s a teenager and that he’s rebelling,
But why, oh why, must there be so much yelling?

Close Your Eyes (Poem)

Close Your Eyes

Close your eyes and go to sleep.
Allow your dreams to slowly creep,

Close your eyes and lay still,
Let the dreams come as they will,

Close your eyes and say goodnight,
Don’t worry about your nightlight,

Close your eyes and dream something sweet,
Until tomorrow when we next meet,

Close your eyes and just rest,
Just stop trying to protest,

Close your eyes and go to bed,
You’ve had your book read,

Close your eyes and hit the sack,
You’ve been to the bathroom and had a snack,

Close your eyes, my son,
Today is over and done.

Visiting in Death (Poem)

Visiting in Death

My grandpa came to visit me,
He was the last person I expected to see,
You see, he’s been dead for a couple of years now,
Yet he stepped into my dreams somehow,
It was as if he knew he was intruding,
At least from his body language, I was concluding,
He appeared to stand apart from the dream,
Yet was somehow sewn into its seam,
He said he came to tell me I love you and hello,
That he missed me and just wanted to let me know,
I related the same and hugged him tight,
And just like he came, he faded from sight,
It means a lot that he took a moment to stop by,
Even now, thinking back on it, it’s hard not to cry.

Site Footer