Jet Trails in the Sky

my photo,fluffy clouds,picture from a plane,

Taken out of a plane window.

jet trails in the sky
my son only knows one speed
doers are never still
I wrote this for a #microprompt on Twitter. I am going to classify it as a haiku since it mentions the sky.
My son’s birthday is today. He is definitely an active child, has been since he was in the womb. I remember at one appointment, the doctor was having trouble finding his heartbeat. I asked her if something was wrong, and she said “No. He’s running from me, I can feel him turning. Let’s wait for him to calm down and I’ll try again.” So we just talked quietly and she suddenly stuck the machine to my stomach and got a reading on his heartbeat before he could move again.
He is mischievous but kind. He knows how to mind and be respectful of others. I truly do have a wonderful child.
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Incompetent Haiku

call him early
or call me incompetent
we were in God’s hands


I have been reluctant to share this one because I am not sure what to write with it. I guess since I believe 3 line poems are powerful enough to stand on their own, you don’t need an explanation. I will say that my baby boy was born at 37 weeks, and was just days past being “premature.” Statistics say this is why he is slightly asthmatic.

baby holding his feet



I am ripped open
But it’s weeks
Before I realize
My mind has been
Ripped open too.
Diapers and bottles
Keep me rushing about
But after I have
Some time to reflect
I realize how different
I am
Not just the house
Not just my routines
But me
My reaction to movies
I’ve seen a dozen times
To crying children
To grown men
Going to jail for life
Nothing is simple anymore
And I can see
The child in every person
I can see mistakes
It’s as if the scales
Have fallen from
My eyes

4th of july with children

Cycling with Senryu


too big
for his bicycle
we buy a new one


I have gotten to where I don’t want to post a poem if I don’t think it is top notch. I used to actually throw my poems out if I thought that they were not very good. But a friend pointed out that my poems showed my progress and I should keep them all. So I started doing that. I also often write a poem just for myself. Even if it is not in perfect form, or not likely to get published, I will write it and keep it because there are just some things I need to write down and record.


The definition of success by Ralph Waldo Emerson.

fully bloomed daffodil,yellow flowers,flower in sunlight,morning daffodil,

To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. -Ralph Waldo Emerson


What do you think of this definition?

3 things that grow in the summer.

rays from summer sun
hollyhocks grow long and tall
so does my son

G jumping


Thanks to @baffled on Twitter for prompting me to write this. You can find their prompts under #HaikuChallenge.

Swinging Away on Day 17 of #NaPoWriMo

Tball in the Midwest. 2013

he swings the bat

like a southpaw from the pros

flowers in my pocket



Here is today’s poem. It is short because I am tired. We had to write about a swing. The flowers in my pocket are from T-ball practice. The kids always pick flowers and I have to put them in my pocket.

Baskets of Poetry on Day 4 of #NaPoWriMo

easter basket from mom, easter egg basket from easter bunny

three Easter baskets
for the little boy who is
no longer three

I did manage to write this on the 4th, check my Twitter feed if you want to see it! I will be making at least 3 posts today, although I am hoping to post 4. Check back today so you don’t miss anything. I am writing my poems based on the PAD Challenge prompts.

Child, stop weeping.

Child, stop weeping.
God already knows.
And even while you’re sleeping,
His eyes never close.


I couldn’t find a poem of mine that I felt like sharing; so I dug through my archives and found this little poem that always lifts my spirits.


Holding Love | A Poem

me holding G


  Holding Love

Hot tears roll down my face

As I realize

You can hold love

Grace can be felt and seen

In a smile in a hug

I can feel forgiveness

And trust

I can feel the weight of promise

As I carry him to bed

God loved me

And forgave me

He trusted me enough

To give me this child

A life to shape in His name

A legacy to grow

I never knew

You could hold love

Until my little boy

Fell asleep in my arms



When do you see love in a physical way?

Today’s prompt is Do you have a book in you? Fact or fiction? Related to your blog or totally different?

I do have a book in me, I have just decided it’s not ready to publish yet. I have some of my mommy poetry that I have been holding back so that my book will have new material in it. I have thought about releasing a book of only religious poetry, but I have a feeling it wouldn’t sell. I think selling a poetry book that is only about family will be a challenge, but I think it can be done. So my book would be mostly fact but there would be some fiction in it. Most of my poetry is based on things that I have personally experienced, but some of it is stuff I have never experienced and just wanted to see if I could write about it. If I feel like I did a good job and my close family and friends don’t hate it, I keep it. Since a book about family might do better if it encompasses all the stages of family I am going to wait a little bit longer to publish it.

Farm Tanka

lot next to barn, barnyard in the fall

  Farm Tanka

afternoon on the farm

separated calves bawling

whenever a child

calls for his mom it sounds

the same in all languages


I had just visited my mom and dad’s farm when I got to thinking about how: any animal can hear another animal cry and it knows it is crying for help. Have you ever seen a dog or a cat perk its ears up at a crying baby? Animals known when another animal is sad or hurt.


What should we teach our children?

Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again. And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are? We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? You must work, we must all work, to make the world worthy of its children. -Pablo Picasso (Spanish Artist and Painter. 1881-1973)


Do you ever take the time to let your child know that they are a marvel? I make sure to tell my son how great he is, and encourage him to try new things because you never know what you are capable of until you try.