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Day 30 – “Sweeping”

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“Sweeping” by Jaymie Gerard

 

I’m using a broom

To sweep up my room

To make it all spic and all span

 

I drag the dirt ‘round

First up and then down

Then into to my little dust pan

 

And then, heaven willing

Throw it out, without spilling

And finish this nerve-wracking chore

 

But…

 

If I’m not alert

This pan full of dirt

Will end up right back on my floor

Day 16 – “It’s Morning! It’s Morning!”

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“It’s Morning” by Jaymie Gerard

 

It’s morning!  It’s morning!

The sun has just come out

It’s morning!  It’s morning!

The birdies seem to shout

It’s morning!  It’s morning!

Time for a new day

It’s morning!  It’s morning!

Goodbye to yesterday

Day 9 – “If We All Were Robots”

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“If We All Were Robots” by Jaymie Gerard

 

If we all were robots

Instead of girls and boys

Maybe we’d have humans

To play with as our toys

 

We’d keep them in our closets

And take them out for games

We’d dress them up in little clothes

And give them funny names

 

We’d take them to the marketplace

We’d take them to the pool

We’d listen to them singing songs

And send them off to school

 

We’d see them getting taller

We’d help them as they grow

We’d wish that they’d get smaller

But they don’t do that, you know

 

They’d grow up to be astronauts

And presidents and kings

We’d pretend that we were humans

So we could do human-like things

 

So we might as well be humans

If we ever get the choice

‘Cause who’d want to be robots

When we could be girls or boys?

 

Day 5 – “Grapefruit”

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Grapefruit by Jaymie Gerard

There’s one fruit I can say I hate

(Though others seem to think it’s great)

It looks kind of like an orange but

You’ll smell the difference when it’s cut

It’s usually a softball’s size

And yellowish or pink inside

It’s bitter, even with some sugar

The pulp, to me, feels like a booger

It’s just the worst, you can’t debate –

So Mom, WHY IS IT ON MY PLATE?!

Day 4 – “My Two Hands”

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My Two Hands by Jaymie Gerard

Dedicated to the Children of Child Future Africa

 

My two hands can build

My two hands can hold

My two hands can lift up

My two hands can scold

 

My two hands can beg

My two hands can feed

My two hands can have

My two hands can need

 

My two hands can fix

My two hands can break

My two hands can give

My two hands can take

 

My two hands can touch

My two hands can feel

My two hands can hurt

My two hands can heal

 

My two hands can work

My two hands can play

My two hands can curse

My two hands can pray

 

My two hands can teach

My two hands can learn

My two hands can squander

My two hands can earn

 

My two hands can speak

My two hands can ignore

My two hands can make peace

My two hands can make war

 

My two hands have choices

And they understand:

The future of this world

Is here, in my two hands

 

Ok, It’s a Monday, and I’m (maybe) Ready to Begin

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Like the title says, it’s Monday.  What better day of the week to start something new than a Monday, right?  So I guess it’s time to start writing!

I’m feeling nervous about this – besides the fact that I don’t actually consider myself a poet, committing to 50 days seems pretty big right now. I can’t help but wonder, will I have the discipline to stick to this?  If I make it until my son’s birth, will I have enough time (and desire) to keep it up?  What’s it like to write poetry when you haven’t slept in days?  What happens if I just can’t think of anything to write about?  What if my poems stink?

Truthfully, some of them probably will stink.

But luckily, my goal isn’t to write perfect children’s poems right now, but just to write children’s poems, period.  If some of them happen to be great enough to include in a collection, then fabulous.  If not, well then, no harm – I’ll just pack them up into a box and pretend they were never written.

OUCH! I just got a kick in the ribs.  I guess that’s Sam’s way of saying, “Don’t worry Mom, just start writing!”

What a wise son I have.