The Perfect Size

Too small for school

Too small to skate

Too small to stay up late

Too small for all

The things tall brothers

Do ‘til half-past eight

Too small to tie my shoes

Too small to reach

The up-high shelf

Too small to understand the news

Or read

All by myself

Too small to walk the dog

Too small to count

Past one-two-three

Too small to button buttons

Or zip zippers

Or pour tea

But I am the right size to lick

The spoons when

Mommy bakes and cooks

I fit just right

In daddy’s arms

To read my bed-time story-books

I'm the right size to play

With toys and

Sleep with teddy bears

Or jump in a Big pile of leaves

I’m not too small

To say my prayers

Or ride my bike

Or try to be like

My big brothers too

And oh, I am

The perfect size

For hugs and ‘I love you’

© Janet Martin

'Look, Janet', little guy grins with pride, 'I made 'I love you' 

The little just-turned-three-guy I babysit (after being away for a few weeks) returned today, all smiles and sunshine!

November Nocturne

Dusk lowers bluer bars

Prelude to moon and stars

Poured from heaven-held jars

As skylines disappear

The matriarch of fall

Gathers beneath Her shawl

Gentle and gradual

The filament of years

The scraggly apple tree

The weeping willow lea

The sweep of sod and sea

Are folded ‘neath Her wing

And all along the street

Where dark and light compete

The plush rush of glad feet

Turn homeward and hearts sing

Ah, pray that well we tend

This place where at day’s end

Comforts of family-friend

With eager hunger come

And pray the Lord to bless

With hope and happiness

Life’s crowning commonness

Earth’s heaven; home, sweet home

© Janet Martin

Inspired by Brenda's post here:)

Today's Enterprise

Because we share vehicles I often drive Jim to work then pick him up when he returns at the end of the week...this morning is picture-perfect!

 

Tomorrow I hope today will be

A want-to-keep-it memory

A live-learn-love-and-laughter lilt

Soft-etched in thought’s gossamer gilt

After the moments of Today

Have let their course and slipped away

I hope what’s left of it will be

A want-to-save-it memory

© Janet Martin

Yesterday's Memory is a mixture of live-learn-love-laughter.

Lots of laughter and love when we went to visit Mom on her 73rd birthday,

some learning as I dealt with frustrations of an old van

that kept shutting off in the morning and I couldn't 'make it to the church on time';-)

but then hubby called and told me to let it run for a while and come and pick him up at work

so I let it warm up for a while then it ran just fine...g-r-r-r-r!! I know something's wrong with it

but I don't know enough about engines to know what!!!

Nov. PAD Challenge day one; Write a Day After poem.

Surrender's Source

November's PAD Challenge Day 2;  For today’s prompt, write a surrender poem.

Temporal and eternal vie

Everything born is doomed to die

Soon morn surrenders to the air

Its virgin verve; hope, heartache, prayer

Veiled in an invisible tide

That sweeps the sprawling countryside

…in slow surrender to the stars

Where sometimes sudden silence jars

The inept reaches of the mind

Kindness and cruelty entwined

For everything that has a breath

Is on a one-way course to death

…and nothing can evade the clutch

Of Providence’s final touch

Hence, Youth and Truth and Wisdom vie

For everything with life will die

Save that which is not bound by force

The soul; it returns to Life’s source

© Janet Martin