Cookies and a Mothers Love In the kitchen, mom is baking awayWhile I am outside, happy at play. “Come in”, says she, a smile on her face“ Go to the table and take your place.” Warm from the oven appears a grand treatI rush to the table, quickly taking my...
The starless Sky prepares for a celebration;Gathering the Clouds, her children - with boundless jubilation.She paints them all in black and grey;And lets them all, have fun and play.Of them, the 'Gentle'; they dance a Heavenly dance;But the 'Fierce'; they...
One barefoot unicorn His name is Pete He walks through the forestWith no shoes on his feet His daddy gave him his shoes To wear so Pete could run But see, they were too big So Pete could not have any fun There was a pretty Fairy She had fair hair and silk...
At last dawn came, slowly transforming the darkness around me into the familiar landscape of my backyard. Soon, the sun was peeking over the eastern hills, glowing bright yellow through the morning fog hanging low in the valley. As the tin roofs of the ne...
It’s 1955, on a farm in Round Butte, Montana. I am Eloise, and I’m four. This is what happened today: After chores, and breakfast, and after my older sisters went to school, I followed my mom around. She was cranky and angry and shook her fingers at me in...
Life, for what purpose? Together with others givingFor others we’re employingSlave for the money Conscience, blessing or curse?Over thinking instead of livingObserving instead of enjoyingSlave of societies attorney Offspring, we die to nurseLife to give m...
"Welcome to parents participation training.” The debonair young man holding the microphone had a big, toothy grin. "Many of you will be first-time parent participants in this area's various summer youth league competitions. Your appearance here demonstrat...
Kick the Kantime away from schoollazy afternoon with your matesspot running barking at that foolcan on the ground spinning one two three can play coolkicking laughing pushing allshowing off for you the sweetdown the lane skipping to fallsummer time fun ki...
As little girls we are given pretty little dolls to play with in order to nurture our natural motherly instincts. Sometimes the dolls would cry, perhaps even wee their tiny plastic diapers. We would nurse them with bottles that magically refilled themselv...
My Dog Ate It The excuses they are so varied, Why one’s homework is never done. On Mondays it’s easy to say: “On the weekend - we took a vacation.” Teacher said you had enough time “But my puppy had run away. We looked for him into the night.My homework I...
I spread out my mother's dust-filled, leather-bound, two ton photo album on my lap. It was still a fading blue color even after all these years. The front cover had a gold engraved inscription; "Friends Forever." in cursive writing that shimmered and refl...
