Poetry for My Peanuts

On this Thursday Verse-Day, I’m doing a reblog from my sister’s and my blog over at crossingthestreams.net. Frankly, it’s been a while since I’ve written any real poetry. And since February seems to be the month when grade-schoolers are introduced to the time-honored tradition of the acrostic, we decided to format our own. Here’s my contribution below:

Jumping doodlebug, doing gymnastics all over the house,

On the couch, across the floor, my biggest

Little one isn’t so little anymore. A special place

In my heart she will hold, my

Eldest, my Jolie Bear, my almost 10-year old.

 

Rhettster, Rhett-Rhett, or just plain old Bud.

He is sensitive to his core,

Ever striving for perfection.

Trying at times, but what little boy isn’t? When he

Tells me he loves me and gives me a kiss, I know it’s from the heart.

 

Poo is her favorite subject, she’s just at that

Age. Soon she’ll move on to other less disgusting subjects, like boy bands or beads.

I am loving watching my youngest grow, for

She’s no longer a baby. A little girl, not quite a young lady, but always my

Lovebug. Her devilish grin, her twinkling

Eyes, she can capture your heart in an instant.

You watch as my baby girl scoops up the world in the palm of her hand.

 

I love you all, some more than others.

Advertisements

Ugh. Seriously??

Living close to the ground

Is seventh Heaven ’cause there are angels all around

Among my frivolous thoughts

I believe there are beautiful things seen by the astronauts

Wake me if you’re out there.

–Owl City

So here’s the thing about being a blogger like me…one who opens her heart and discloses the inner goings-on of her mind and soul…there’s a lot of risk involved, but I think it creates a more transparent and honest experience for my readers. Unfortunately, at times I can also get burned when shitty things happen. And I could choose to ignore them—to sweep things under the rug as if they never happened—or I could address them and then move on. Continue reading