Jingle bells,
Jingle bells,
Jingle with Zachary!
Oh what fun it is to ride
And sing with Zachary-eee!
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Watching Zachary
Laughing all the way-eeee!
Bells on bobtails ring,
Making spirits bright.
O'er the fields we go
Holding Zachy tight!
O jingle bells,
Jingle bells,
Jingle Zachary!
Oh what fun it is to ride
And sing with Zachary-eee!!!
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
for Zachary, 2/5/12
You cried tonight:
big swollen tears fell from
your almond eyes.
Did you know
that five years ago today
your Nana almost died
from a brain tumor
that, once removed,
turned her into someone else?
No, you could not
know this because
your supreme goodness,
your premature empathy
and the purest of souls
makes me laugh
and play and comfort you,
although I bleed inside
my tortured heart.
When I am with you,
you make me feel
whole again.
I wanted to take your tears
and add them to my own
until water flowed
from the deep, deep well
that replaced my soul.
Your perfect face
so strained with pain
made me forget
that in a few years
you might not even
remember my name.
Only you, my darling, matter.
You, with your Dora's map of goodness
know how to reach our hearts
and make us praise each day
we can watch you at play.
So I tried to wipe away
those big bubbling tears
and cheer you the way
you clear any cloudy day.
But alas, I could console you
only so much
by patting your back
and counting the piggies
on your perfect feet.
Sleep well tonight;
and tomorrow be well
my sweet, sweet Zach.
em
big swollen tears fell from
your almond eyes.
Did you know
that five years ago today
your Nana almost died
from a brain tumor
that, once removed,
turned her into someone else?
No, you could not
know this because
your supreme goodness,
your premature empathy
and the purest of souls
makes me laugh
and play and comfort you,
although I bleed inside
my tortured heart.
When I am with you,
you make me feel
whole again.
I wanted to take your tears
and add them to my own
until water flowed
from the deep, deep well
that replaced my soul.
Your perfect face
so strained with pain
made me forget
that in a few years
you might not even
remember my name.
Only you, my darling, matter.
You, with your Dora's map of goodness
know how to reach our hearts
and make us praise each day
we can watch you at play.
So I tried to wipe away
those big bubbling tears
and cheer you the way
you clear any cloudy day.
But alas, I could console you
only so much
by patting your back
and counting the piggies
on your perfect feet.
Sleep well tonight;
and tomorrow be well
my sweet, sweet Zach.
em
Friday, February 3, 2012
Another Nursery Rhyme for Z., from Nana, 2/2/12
Our big boy Zacha
Has lost his cracker;
the peanut butter
stuck in-between
is not at all
to be seen.
Look under chairs
and beside couches
and near the machine
that goes BOOM.
Look through the room
and pretty soon your
preternatural eyes
will zoom in
and find it.
(Better idea:Take a new cacker that is not dirty from the little green bowl.)
Has lost his cracker;
the peanut butter
stuck in-between
is not at all
to be seen.
Look under chairs
and beside couches
and near the machine
that goes BOOM.
Look through the room
and pretty soon your
preternatural eyes
will zoom in
and find it.
(Better idea:Take a new cacker that is not dirty from the little green bowl.)
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