Time Passes

Time passes and few will notice. Until its passing becomes a comfort, A reminder, this life is not eternal, Our trials and triumphs not forever. Tears fall and few will miss them. Until their falling from cheeks of others, Heralds a time hardly remembered, When emotions ran deep and daily, And tears flowed with ease. … 

 

Monsters Under My Bed

There’s monsters under my bed daddy, I keep my eye on them, That’s why I’m sleeping on the floor, So they don’t get out again. They keep me up all night sometimes, Fighting until the morn, They can’t decide how to get out, Afraid of my own scorn. Somehow they manage to escape, And it’s … 

 

Little hands

I love their fingers, their tiny little hands, The way they fiddle or fumble or illustrate commands. Soft and gentle, they delicately sway, Or dirty and sweaty or sticky from play. Lines so fine and nails so clear, Digits so chubby, finger pads so dear. Sleek as butter, plump as can be, The hand of … 

 

Plink, plink!

Plink, plink, plink, plink Water drips into the sink It’s hard for me to think and think With water dripping, plink, plink. Drip, drip, drip, drip I’m going crazy, I’m going to flip Into a sleep I’ll never slip With that water going drip. Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop The waters filled the sink like soup …