A Christmas Poem

Tis two days before Christmas

and all through the house

the mother is frazzled

in her dirt stained blouse

The refrigerator is bare

she hasn't been to the store

There is dog hair covering

every inch of the floor

The kids are all grumbling

with each job assigned

They do not see the inevitable

she is losing her mind.

There are still gifts to buy

and food to make

The thought of it alone

makes her head start to ache

She yells out some threats

to get the jobs done

and promises when they finish

they can have a little fun.

Inspiration

I've lost all forms of inspiration

I'm in desperate need of a vacation

A break from all the tasks at hand

to hear the ocean and feel the sand

I need the waves to be my muse

a painted sky in different hues

To feel the sand between my toes

let the smell of salt tickle my nose

Soft caresses by the breeze

Gazing across the open seas

It's hard to fight this strong temptation

to go and find my inspiration

If Roses Weren't Red ( A tribute to my mom)

If roses weren't red

and violets weren't blue

those looking for beauty

would turn to you

They'd turn to your smile

full of warmth and love

to your eyes that shine

like the skies above

They'd turn to the kindness

glowing from inside

They'd turn to the comfort

that you willingly provide

If roses weren't red

and violets weren't blue

They'd turn to the one

who's so evident in you

Lauren

A warming smile

a listening ear

an encouraging hug

a shared tear

Someone to trust

or share a laugh

someone to fight

in my behalf

Two kindred hearts

a special bond

that over time

only grows more fond

My Love For You

My love for you drains me

pains me

chains me

My love for you molds you

scolds you

holds you

My love for you ages me

rages me

engages me

My love for you finds you

binds you

reminds you

My love for you brightens me

enlightens me

frightens me

My love for you grows you

knows you

chose you

The runner

Pounding pavement beneath her feet

hypnotizing with it's rhythmic beat

lungs burning, hungry for air

minutes pass by, unaware

sweat is streaming down her face

hair is falling out of place

eyes focused straight ahead

her feet will go where they're lead

determination fuels the fire

accomplishment is her desire

Stuff

Stuff, Stuff, all around

From the ceiling, to the ground

Piling up from left to right

Shoved in boxes, sealed up tight.

Boxes moved to and fro

Stuff to stay, stuff to go

Too much stuff to even pack

It multiplies behind my back!

Where's it from? When did it come?

If you need stuff, I"ll give you some! 

Take this stuff out of here!

I need some space that is clear!

Clear of clutter, Clear of stuff! 

Get it out.....I've had enough!  

Rainy Day

The rain

is falling

again today

The Sun

is hiding

there's only grey

The children

are bored

they want to play

It's getting

harder 

to obey

They wish

the rain

would go away

And not 

come back 

another day

My Next House

My next house will be the perfect home,

with plenty of space for three boys to roam.

There will be no white tile covering the floor

It will have functioning locks on every door.

Ample closet space, no more seasonal segregation

Definitely an attic for Christmas decorations.  

There will no longer be any standing in line

The children will have a bathroom separate from mine

There will be a garage to store bikes and our boat

And a sparkling pool, where all summer we'll float

The kitchen will be spacious, with a pantry for food

(and my husband will cook when I'm not in the mood!)

Turning 33

Today is my birthday, I am 33.

I'm not yet the person, I thought I would be.

I still feel like a girl, in dress up clothes

Pretending to be grown-up, and no one knows.

I thought I would know more, I don't know how.

I guess I thought I'd be wiser by now. 

I'd have the answers when they ask why

I'd have the reasons why they should try

I would be confidant with who I am 

So I could build confidence in each of them.

I would have more trust, and a little less fear

The future would look a little more clear

I would not keep making the same mistakes

I would learn my lessons, whatever it takes.

Today is my birthday, I am 33

I am working on being who I thought I would be.

Camping

Sleeping bags, tent,

Pillows and clothes.

Batteries, flashlights,

a lantern that glows.

Fishing poles, tackle,

boat on a trailer.

Sunblock, bug spray,

Zachary's inhaler.

Camping chairs, cooler,

books to read.

No cell phones, computers,

there is no need.  

Go to Bed

Go to bed

you sleepy head

Did you hear what I said?

 ipods down

no kidding around

I'll ship that thing out of town! 

You're not tired?

You feel wired?

Well your opinion is not required. 

For Sale

Welcome to our home...it's where we still live.

If you come across a mess, please do forgive.  

I know you are imagining yourself in this house

but I still live here with three boys, and a spouse. 

We do our best to keep it neat for you

so it's tidy and sparkly, when you walk through. 

But boys will be boys, and they are not neat

they leave toys on the floor, and don't wipe their feet.  

It's enough to drive a sane mother mad...

I couldn't do it with out the help of their dad.

He encourages the boys to help me pick up

when we know a realtor is about to show up.

We all work together to put things just right

We vacuum and store messes, out of plain sight. 

So please don't come look,  just to amuse

Make us an offer we cannot refuse!

Ranting and Raving

HE started it!

I didn't do it!

He hit me first,

so HE is worse!

Give that back

That toy is mine!

You stole it from me

and that is a crime!

I don't want to!

Do we HAVE to?

Can't we stay,

I want to play!

You don't know

How I Feel!

I promise it hurts,

The pain is REAL! 

You're not fair,

LIFE'S not fair! 

I'll scream and SHOUT!

I'll move OUT!

I wish I was 

An only child!

These other boys

Are simply WILD! 

I Need You

I need you...

I need you to believe in me

and say "A job well done"

I need you to hold me firmly

when I want to turn and run

I need you to reach out to me

when you see me cry

 

I need your arms to comfort me

without knowing why

I need you to dream with me

when you know it won't come true

I need you to believe with me

because some things really do

I need you to trust me

with your secrets and your heart

I need you to let me in

to the innermost part

I need you to love me

despite my many flaws

I need you to love me

.....just because

I need you 

Bugged

I'm thinking over our past week

and what it did entail.

I have memories of a parasite,

and the plans it did derail.  

I found these tiny bugs

nesting in my children's hair.

If you've never had this happen,

you can really not prepare.

I don't believe these pests

had received an invitation.

A little bottle of poison

became our family's one salvation.

Flowing, toxic shampoo

poured on all the kids heads.

Every sheet, blanket and pillow

 stripped from the beds.

Stuffed animals were bagged 

sentenced for two weeks away.

We did not want these critters

to think they could stay.

We've been checking heads daily,

every last bit...

hoping there was not

an overlooked nit.

So now I am paranoid

always looking twice!

For I never again,

want to share my home with lice!

Second Guessing Hair

Looking at my blog pic, something caught my eye

I started focusing on my hair, I couldn't tell you why

I don't spend much time on it, nor is it cut a lot

When I cut it short last time, I was happy so I thought

But here I am staring at the long flowing tresses

and I find myself having all kinds of second guesses.  

Mom, I'm Hungry

I'm hungry

I'm starving

I think I"m going to die

My children say this, with a dramatic sigh

I've cooked

They've eaten

They each cleaned their plate

Yet here we are in this food debate

It's bedtime

No eating

You should have had more dinner

They try to convince me they are growing thinner

So what

Big deal

You aren't going to win

I smile at them with my patronizing grin

Eyes rolling 

Tummy's grumbling

They hit the sack

I sit down to enjoy a little snack

Boys

Toothpaste in the sink

on the mirror, on the wall

A forgotten trail of toys,

Littered down the hall

Half of a sandwich, 4 days old

Left in a lunchbox,  covered with mold

Backpacks and shoes, dropped by the door

Clothes never seeing inside of a drawer

Clean bathroom towels, in short supply

Wet bathroom towels were not hung to dry

Fingerprint smudges all over the glass

Dirty hands touching it, each time they pass

Laughter and giggles echo in the air

Living with boys, nothing can compare.

Sick

Why is it when dogs feel the need to be sick,

the carpet is always the first place they pick?

They don't seem to notice all the wood floors and tile

when they are looking around for a spot to defile!

Nor do they consider how their master will feel

while cleaning up the remains from their previous meal. 

Gross, disgusting, repulsive and sick,

are just some of the adjectives that I would pick.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my pets

But that doesn't stop me from spewing out threats.

"If you throw up again on my carpeted floor,

Your butt will be thrown right out the back door!

Living inside is a privilege, my friend,

and your life of luxury could come to an end!  

I'd rather you not throw up at all,

but if you must...please go into the hall!

There is no carpet there for you to stain,

and therefore no reason for me to complain."

Something is Changing

I feel a stirring in my soul,

something is changing

God's hands are in my life

my heart, he's rearranging

Ripping open patched up wounds

so healing can begin

Turning my face towards the giants

long ago buried within

He's showing His mercy

He's showing His grace

He's showing His love for me

He's revealing His face.

The tale of a Squirrel

This tale begins on a blustery day

when hurricane Faye was coming our way.

The trees were bending under the wind,

under pelting rain, the houses were pinned.

Families were huddled inside to stay dry,

eagerly awaiting the storm to pass by.

When the worst of the storm did finally end,

Wesley was wanting to play with a friend.

We cautiously drove to go pick him up,

and that's when we found the little squirrel pup.

He was lying alone in the friends' front yard,

he'd fallen from a tree, and landed quite hard.

He seemed so tiny there on the front lawn,

we had no idea where his mother had gone.

I couldn't just leave him there, letting him die...

I decided to rescue him, to give it a try!  

We brought him home wrapped in a shirt,

Hoping he wasn't too badly hurt.

We figured he was young, his eyes still closed,

we voted on names while the little guy dozed.

When it came time to eat, he acted reserved...

he had no interest in food, from what I observed.

On the second day though, he went to town...

greedily grasping, and gulping it down!

So far this is sounding perfectly fine,

I hate to interject and start to whine.....

but there is something about this you should know

in case you have a squirrel you want to help grow.

Plan on losing quite a bit of sleep

if this is a squirrel you decide to keep.

They eat every three hours, yes, that's right.

So guess who gets up with him all through the night!

Not the children who just had to keep him....

but the mom who gave into this reckless whim!  

So I do the feedings at 12, 3 and 6.....

it's the best cure for the "I want a baby" fix!

It's a good thing he's a cute and cuddly guy...

or we would have had a speedy goodby!

So, think of me as you finish this reading....

you can bet it is time for another feeding!

My heart

My heart is breaking, aching for you

as you lie there so afraid.

I thought that I could keep you safe,

I feel I have betrayed.

You look to me, those big blue eyes

to comfort and console.

I mourn the things I cannot fix

things out of my control.

To my God, I will entrust,

please guide the hands that heal.

Give them wisdom, give them strength,

and your plan, Lord, please reveal.

Ode to a Weary Mother

Oh weary mother, 

Don't give up!

Keep persevering,

Your time's not up!

I know it's hard,

This job you do.

The hours are long,

the accolades few.

Your strength grows thin

at the end of each day.

You try your best 

to keep frustration at bay.

Sometimes the attitudes

are too much to bear.

There is so much whining,

It's just not fair!

Just trudge along, soldier, 

don't give up  the fight.

Keep on teaching them

what's wrong and what's right.

Keep on answering

all of their WHY's.

Keep on encouraging

all of their tries.

Don't give into weariness,

these days have a number!

Don't think of the hours

you have lost in slumber!

Your time will come

to sleep till dawn...

For before too long,

they will be gone.

There will be no more whining,

and no more fights,

no more deciding

who's wrong and who's right.

No more saying

"Because I said so!"

No more time

to watch them grow.

The job is tiresome!

But the rewards are great!

Your dedication can help

to determine their fate.

Baby Boy

Don't grow up, my baby boy,

our days now seem so few.

Come and sit with me awhile

so I'll be close to you.

Tell me of your wildest dreams,

share with me your fears.

Tell me what you hope to be 

in the coming years.

Allow me one more glimpse

of the child I once knew.

Let me hold you in my arms

like I did when you were two.

Vacation

Watch-less wrists, time does betray

Intoxicating waves wash our cares away

A lyrical breeze dances all around

Playing it's melody, without a sound

Oh Lord, I cry out to you!

Help heal my heart

It's breaking inside me...

being torn apart

Why can't I feel you

in this dark hour?

Where is your mercy?

Where is your power?

How can I heal 

the wounds from my past?

How can you fill them

with a healing that lasts?

When will the past 

stop deceiving me?

When will I allow you

to set me free?

Free from the lies

stored in my heart

Free from the me

that tears me apart

When will I start to see

what's honest and true?

When will I trust 

and turn completely to you?

Give up the fight

that is raging within

Give up the need

to always win

Help me Lord, 

look always to You

When I don't seem to know

what else to do

Help me remember

not to believe the lies

But instead see myself

through Your eyes

For with you on my side

I can do all things

I will find Your strength

and fly on eagles wings!

I've been tagged!

I was tagged by Lauren, 

A dear friend of mine

Six random Facts  

She did assign.

Things about me, 

That no one else knows,

Crazy little facts, 

I'm willing to disclose.

I'll start simple,

it just popped in my head,

My favorite thing to eat,

is buttery garlic bread.

I love it with pasta,

I love it alone,

If I take one bite,

I know my diet's blown.

I worked with Fred Savage

Star of The Wonder Years

While at Universal Studios

One of my many careers!

We slid down a slide,

He in my lap,

filming a commercial

to be shown around the map.

Speaking of jobs,

I soared to new heights

when I was a trick rider

at Arabian Nights. 

I stood in the saddle,

galloping in the ring

I was also an audience plant,

From the rafters I did swing.

One dream of mine

that is a little bazaar

I have always wanted to be

a soap opera star.

Being on Tv

is not my goal

Real life is where

I want to play the role!

This one's rare,

for what it's worth

I held the video camera

for my third son's birth!

Todd helped deliver,

so he had distractions

I handled the filming

in between contractions!

The last fact I tell

has to do with love

and how my sweet husband

was a gift from above

After our first date

I told my mom the plan.

"Sometime in the future..

I will marry that man!"

So there you have it

six facts about me

Lauren said it'd be fun,

I'd have to agree!

Now the only question

left for me to ask

is who should I tag?

And are they up to the task?

Caffeine

Oh Caffeine, you nasty ghoul!

You flirted with me and made me the fool.

I'd resisted your lure for a small season,

then made a decision without rational reason.

The piper is now being payed his due,

I'm wishing I hadn't indulged in that brew.

For the hour is late, yet here I remain...

I alertly anticipate the sleep I will feign.