Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Boise, Idaho
Would the kind person who is reading my posts from Boise, Idaho please identify yourself? If you are a relative of the late Chris Ward, I would be especially glad to hear from you. The world is so much emptier without CSW, even though the last time I saw him was in 1969. My email addresas is: poelm34@gmail.com
Monday, December 19, 2011
Winter Solstice, for Zach - Nursery Rhyme #10
Now we come to the shortest day -
Less opportunity for you to play!
And we come to the coldest nights-
Much more chance to hold you tight!
The noise in the radiator wakes you up;
At 5:20 AM you are a playful pup.
But soon this will pass, as all things do,
And we'll all march together into
The time of equinox,
When mama and dada
Can sleep until six!
Less opportunity for you to play!
And we come to the coldest nights-
Much more chance to hold you tight!
The noise in the radiator wakes you up;
At 5:20 AM you are a playful pup.
But soon this will pass, as all things do,
And we'll all march together into
The time of equinox,
When mama and dada
Can sleep until six!
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Nursery Poem #10 BUMBLEBEE, for Zach
Before you were able to talk,
U talked to us with eyes
Made in heaven.
But now that you're older we
Listen to what you say.
Everything you saw, you now replay.
Bumblebee, your word of the day
Evokes your daddy's shirt. It
Even makes me look up "synechdoche."
U talked to us with eyes
Made in heaven.
But now that you're older we
Listen to what you say.
Everything you saw, you now replay.
Bumblebee, your word of the day
Evokes your daddy's shirt. It
Even makes me look up "synechdoche."
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Nursery Rhyme #9, for Z., 12/8/11
I look into your eyes;
I listen to your sighs.
You have been here before;
tell us what you saw:
The birdies in the sky,
the bumblebee that flies,
the door to your room,
the toys that make a boom,
Sammy the singing fish,
the green plastic dish,
how to count to ten,
how to use a pen.
You'll show us all you know
as you continue
to grow.
How not believe in G-d,
when Zach
makes us all
so proud.
EM
I listen to your sighs.
You have been here before;
tell us what you saw:
The birdies in the sky,
the bumblebee that flies,
the door to your room,
the toys that make a boom,
Sammy the singing fish,
the green plastic dish,
how to count to ten,
how to use a pen.
You'll show us all you know
as you continue
to grow.
How not believe in G-d,
when Zach
makes us all
so proud.
EM
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