by Mark Ackerson |
Categories:
growing up, love,
Infants bond from basic needs to mother’s scent,
understanding nothing of the love that’s spent.
Toddlers cry whenever they don’t get their ways,
children pout against the pane on rainy days.
Teens within a circle that fulfills their needs,
grow to see the roses hid behind the weeds.
Those who give because they love is always learnt,
gifts of time, a simple rhyme or candles burnt.
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
beautiful, daffodils, feelings, imagery, imagination, nature, spring,
Spring arrives with daffodils,
showers, and unbridled joy.
And paints smiles on the faces
of every young girl and boy.
Fields of colorful flowers
mimic a tropical reef.
And wide-eyed little toddlers
stare in total disbelief.
Nature provides a respite
from winter's hostilities.
For Spring's a magical time,
full of possibilities.
Gleaming in beams of sunlight,
dewdrops sparkle like jewels.
And spring fever's contagious
for dreamers and April fools.
Love is carried on the wind,
in tranquility's embrace.
And somehow, time seems to pause
as hope and warmth interlace.
by Saanvi Dua |
Categories:
nature, rain,
Tip tap splitter-splatter ,
Goes down the rain.
Flying down with a clatter ,
Creating brooks along the lane …
From the dark , fluffy clouds...
Descending with the breeze..
Exciting the overjoyed crowds ,
Swaying along with the trees …..
Splashes in the cool puddles ,
Muddy footprints of toddlers and teens ...
Accompanied by the pleasant sounds of guggles ,
And happy faces with wide beams …
It is a blessing , a form of love ...
No frowns , no sorrow , no hatred , no harm ,
Just healing the pains , smoothening the rough ,
Because nature is at its best charm ….
by John Fenn |
Categories:
family, funny, husband, life, love, mother, people, wifegrandparents,
We’re preparing the house for invasion
They’ll be here pretty soon, there’s no doubt
The valuable things, have been tucked away
Some items, sans worth, we’ve left out
There are locks on all of the cupboards
The breakable pieces are hidden
To stop those inquisitive hands
Some rooms, will now be, forbidden
With toddlers about to arrive
For a weekend of laughter and frolics
If these grand parents hope to survive
They will need to become alcoholics
But we sit and drink tea in the parlour
It passes the time while we’re waiting
Tea helps to quell, the nerves that you feel
When you’re infanticipating
by Ilene Bauer |
Categories:
child,
Toddlers love to open doors
And close them just as well.
The same applies to drawers,
At least as far as I can tell.
Among my grandson’s favorite toys
Are vehicles with doors.
He opens and he shuts them
In a way that never bores.
For someone oh, so little,
Being tiny takes its toll
So it must feel quite amazing
Having doors at his control.
As I watch him close and open
With such serious intent,
What I wonder is, to Henry,
What those doors must represent.
by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories:
angel, art, baby, love,
Having grown up with Sarah Seraphin and, Tristen Temple
Toddlers at Saint Nicks preparatory praetorian school of fine arts
Precocious, their quasi's trice musketeers quid pro quo ? His prodigies.
by Leon Enriquez |
Categories:
change,
BAMBOO VEIL 5
Ancient tree
Weathered wisdom;
Stillness presides
~~~~~~~~~
Dawn hurls
Sparkling buzz;
Illumination
~~~~~~~~~
Old man sits
Observes happenings;
Walkway detour
~~~~~~~~~
Toddlers congregate
Playground frolic;
Glee greets wonder
~~~~~~~~~
Hawker food
Queues winding;
Mealtime economics
~~~~~~~~~
Modern day buddha
Meditative moods;
Dazzling radiance
~~~~~~~~~
Cease to desire
Empty concessions;
Seize enlightenment
~~~~~~~~~
Church sermon
Grace instructs;
Truth sets free
~~~~~~~~~
There is a law
Beyond our flaws;
Love heals
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
17 October 2016
Singapore
by Shane Solomon |
Categories:
fantasy, fear,
From the grave and beyong my wicked hallow at my hand
I seen a ghost that made blood rain rom the sand
A cat that changed back into a school marm
A devilish beast with black as coal eyes, will certainly do harm
My zombie invited me for brains and tea
He plucked out the helps eyes and fed them to me
Trick or treaters ring my door bell
I open the gate and welcome them to hell
For how I love to munch on toddlers
And sugary plump pretend, cops and robbers
by Natalie Railoun |
Categories:
children, family, love, nostalgia,
a late afternoon sighs
through the hibiscus hedge
red headed petals nod while
we pinch at each other mockingly
aged into one vine
grown apart but knotted at the heart
traded fan dangled ideas for familiar hearth
old garden chairs
recalls of toddlers antics
damp eyed at the men emerged
almost over night in the door frames
years huge, pendulous
yield
bitter berries
sweet fruits
I don’t think I have a memory before you
nothing considerable at any rate
nothing worth remembering anyhow
darkness clears the light
leaves the door open
to share a bed of fragrant evening blossom
to remember
we are who we have always been
that we belong here
by Catherine French |
Categories:
animals
Puff, Spook and Molly
Are two cats and a dog
They often entertain me,
But they all eat like hogs.
They run and chase around the house
No matter day or night,
Sounds like an army traveling through
But no guns, biting or real fights.
It's like having little toddlers
Underfoot often in the day.
But like my kids, when they were young
I love to watch them play.
by Vickey Rhymer |
Categories:
i love you,
An ugly cement factory grey brown
Smudged with what I couldnt say
hardly worth the trouble to
gaze upon in the day
But lit up at night a toddlers delight
Look Amelia!, I would often relay
Wonder what's going on at the castle
Look how brightly it glitters how gay
Against the nights skyline truly transformed
Lit up to keep aircraft at bay
Perhaps they are having a Gala
a Fete beyond compare
A wedding at night for a Princess and Prince
Just imagine what's going on there
by Margeret Bailey |
Categories:
childhood, children, love,
Birthdays are special, indeed!
Children love to have big parties
with themes,
Parents are mesmerized by their
joy and the light in their eyes that gleam,
When toddlers turn ONE YEAR OLD!
Parents can't get a hold of themselves,
It seems,
Being a Year Old is synonymous to leaving the pee-wee
fold,
Parents have to give them space to roam,
The little tykes' autonomy take control,
The First Year will never come again,
For mothers it's bitter sweet relief,
The years creep up in the night like thieves,
Before they know it, the wee ones will be off on their
own,
Taking charge of entire towns.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
life,
Salesman on the phone
A game I play well.
Love it too
When my children were toddlers
I merely
handed them the phone
When they got older
I started trying to sell the salesman
aluminum siding, Tupperware, Avon,
I called this new game
Beat the clock
The win was easy….did I beat my last time?
How long would it take
for the salesman to get irritated
and hang up.
My best time
Three minutes
I am proud of that.