Ask Me, I know

Every year we do something strange.
We cut down a tree, and our living room we rearrange.

It will not grow, it leaves a mess,
so why do we look forward to this?

‘Why DO we do this?’ you wonder out loud.
“For the presents!” says the child unbowed.

‘Why are there presents?’ you wonder some more.
“It’s a birthday party!” shouts he, coming into a roar.

‘Then why don’t we sing Happy Birthday?’ Ha! You’ve got him this time.
“Because it’s Christmas!” he says with the most determined look in his eye.

You’re right, so true.
I just needed a little reminder, called you.

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“I’m too ired”

“I’m too ired” said the child,
using the day’s last bit of energy.
“I can barely crawl to my bed tho’ it’s in sight
and prop one eye open for my story.”

“I’m too ired for bathing and bubbles
I’d rather go to bed grubby.
Skip the scrubbing, go right to snuggling
I’m too ired to even say the T.”

Differences

Malaina’s nice, Sophia sometimes is not.
Bryan’s tall, Alicia giggles a lot.
We all agree, each one is different.

Heaven talks with her hands, Keiran likes to clown
My hair is auburn, Jarron’s is brown.
We all agree, in little ways we’re different.

Evan’s super fast, he races his chair.
Li taught us how to celebrate Chinese New Year.
We all agree, it’s fun to be different.

We’ve come to learn inside we are the same
heart, lungs, blood, brain.
We all agree, we are no different.

Granny Rally Take 2!

Please see edit notes and redo below. According to my editor, this was all wrong.

At the hot rod rally,  cars with chrome are right at home. Exhaust pipes fire, squeallin’ tires. Gears turning, rubber burning. That’s the usual fun, but look out muscles, you’ve got competition.

Move aside and part the seas, in comes the granny rally! They come from miles, all Cadillacs and smiles. Silent and stealthy, looky there it’s Grandma Elsie! Line ’em up and watch ’em go, those V8’s will put on a show. Lots of horsepower and a cushy seat makes grandma’s ride the one to beat!

August 18 late pm: I was told by my son this was all wrong. Apparently I should have left out any reference to the hot rod rally. He asked me what all that zooming vrooming was (i.e. tires burning etc. – hey I’ve never used i.e. and etc in the same sentence) and shook his head with a pregnant pause, (quite a long pregnant pause). He said it should have been just the granny rally, with descriptions of obstacles in their course, and their families cheering them in the stands. He said the ending just dropped off and I should have made it a gradual decline and announced his grandma’s win at the end. OK, I’ve got some work to do. Granny Rally is an idea I came up with after attending a rally in our town. Those Devilles are everywhere, and they are serious cars. My own Mom has one and let’s just say she’s safer in it than those around her on the road!  He thought it was a hilarious idea and we’ve been joking about it for weeks. So, here goes (ZZzzzz I want to be sleeping!)

The Granny Rally (Take 2)

Ladies and gentlemen get on your feet, in comes the granny rally!
They’ve come from miles, ready to ride Cadillac style
Racing for their families who’re packed in the stands abundantly.
Line ’em up and watch ’em go, those V8’s will put on a show.
Now they’re off, sharp turn around the bend, through the bumpers and back again.
Grandma Elsie’s in the lead, but Grandma Cathy is looking mean
Coming up from behind, she’s zips in front, doing fine.
It’s Grandma Cathy for the win, with family cheering she takes her victory spin.

I’m sure I’ll be sent back for more editing, but we’ll see what he thinks in the morning.

Questions

“When it’s winter do ladybugs go inside?
Do you know where they might hide?
Have you seen a two-dollar bill, is it real?”
Children are wise and curious.
They ask questions like “How can the moon follow and chase us?”

I am asked, “Why is there no floor thirteen?
“What is white chocolate?” and “What is unseen?”
Better be ready to know everything, or find it or invent it quite readily.
“Is zero an even or odd number?” will make you humble.
You will think, you will stumble.

“Does a frog have ears?”
Some I know, others I fear.
“Which comes first, static or electricity?”
At times the answers really do stump me,
but I figure out how phone lines reach other countries.

“Before I was born did I pick you (or you pick me)?”
“Do pets go to Heaven to keep grandparents company?”
You will question what you know.
Do you remember what you were told?
Did you ever ask “Will you be here when I am old?”

I have to look it up and learn too
when I’m asked ‘Is a cucumber a fruit?’
So many questions like ‘Where is the rainforest?’ and ‘Why do we cry?”
I wonder at kids wondering all the things they do
and mostly I wonder that grown-ups forget to wonder too.

Grow Up

When I grow up I will not sit too long talking at the table.
I will get a candy bar in the grocery checkout
and eat cake before dinner.
I will sweep the dirt under the rug instead of getting the dust mop
and stay home from school sometimes.
I will watch cartoons instead of news.
When I go on a trip, I will run to the beach and unpack later.
If I’m enjoying a book I will stay up and enjoy it.
When I grow up, I hope I don’t.
What will you do, when you don’t grow up too?

Good night

Good night sweet child, it’s time to sleep, tomorrow’s another day
Together we’ll sail on the open sea, hunt treasures on our way
We’ll build a fort and call it home, have a chase or two
I can’t wait to celebrate, another day with you
We’ll laugh and sing, try everything, whatever you can scheme
Open your arms, I’ll fill them with all your hopes and dreams
I love you all the planets and stars, every moment in every way
Good night sweet child, it’s time to sleep, tomorrow’s another day

Poison Ivy

Don’t go in there, you’ll regret it
that patch of bushes is deadly
ask anyone who’s had the rash
you’ll be praying quite steadily
At first you’ll think it’s fine, no need for alarm
‘Til your ankles spring itches
all the way up to your arm

Don’t go in there, you’ll regret it
That’s what they said,
I went in and that’s how I got it
from the soles of my feet to the top of my head
First it starts a itchin’ and then it starts a oozin’
Your ma will say “Don’t scratch it!”
But you can’t stop thinking ’bout it or keep your hands from movin’

Don’t go in there, you’ll regret it
that’s what I say
even with overalls and work boots
think twice before you go play
You’ve got to believe me, my carefree days are through
Now I’m twitchin’ and red fever blisterin’
Don’t let it happen to you

Don’t go in there, you’ll regret it
I’ll tell you the whole sordid story
Wait a sec, I just lost my ball
Hold that thought, it was just about to get gory
I’ll just run into the woods a bit and be back in a hurry
I’ll need to sit on it to tell you the full story.