Poetry from my past

January 23, 2011

The following is some of the poetry I wrote through the years, usually inspired by my lovely children, or an event that touched my heart in some way.    

This was written to my teenagers and preteens.  Saturday was always the day we cleaned the house, stocked wood for the fire, and did out side chores as well.  Besides not getting up before noon, they dragged their heavy feet to the best of their ability to prolong the agony they seemed to feel with every ounce of work.  Amazingly, I can laugh about today, they are all incredible hard working people, industrious, well-educated and devoted parents.  Whatever we did, Richard and I, manage to raise a great bunch of kids who have us proud.  This is now, but that was then, so here it is etched by my pen!

To My Children:

Sharing the work
May seem like a quirk
But only a jerk doesn't know that work works
At making people
Better than a slum bum
and a sloth of a moth!

Sleeping too Late

Why must you tempt the dream
        --- just one more time
Be up and Out!!
Throw back your lazy blanket and your sheet
The morning sun impatiently is heaped
Behind your noontime shades!


This poem was written to my son, Joshua, upon his graduation from High School:

Wish to my Graduating Son

Tomorrow's blazing dawn
Lies nestled tightly in your tender palm,
And like the lovely monarch fresh from birth
That quivers into burst of flight
To pierce the luring morning light
Your hearts now poised to soar new skies
Tomorrows dreams reflected in your eyes.

Son, here then is my wish to you:
May all your burning dreams come true,
As you propel above our sights
To dance in tune with truth and light,
To leap beyond this crowning day,
To tread on jewels along the way,
To touch with awe the distant stars,
To reach your goals that now seem far,
To hold tomorrows crimson suns,
And taste the sweet of victory won!

Joshua graduated 3rd in the class of 200 students.  He went on to college and then became a fireman and paramedic.  He is now married with two little girls of his own and holds a very responsible job in Utah at the Dugway Army Proving grounds. I see now that my wish for him came true.