Today I was at my children's elementary school. There was a small assembly to cap off Natinal Poetry Month. After hearing a few poems from some talented college students, the libraran challenged the students to write a poem about the first thing they saw when they walked in the door at home. I told my son that both my husband and I would write one too. I even managed to get my 16 year old son to rattle off something that could be considered a poem. I'm sharing these poems with you.
A pile of shoes on the floor
once again blocking the door.
I kick them aside
then speak my mind:
"Come pick up your shoes."
It should come as no surprise
I get four different replies.
"I'm busy. Can't now, gotta go.
When I'm done. At commercial."
I shake my head, this is not a battle I choose.
Later that night I spot them again.
In the same spot they've always been.
I mumble and sigh
A metal Santa used to grace our door
It sat upon a nail, greeting guests
We set it down when spring came in again
And winter didn’t fit with the decor
But Santa couldn’t put himself away
He sat, and stared straight up into the room
He might have wondered, “why does no one come
and put me on basement shelf some day?”
We do know how to clean, and really are
aware of just how strange this Santa looks
We know that people stopping by might say,
“Santa on their steps in May? Bizarre.”
We’re proud of how our family works, and yearn
to keep our house clean, putting things in place
But when we get behind and can’t keep up
Then Santa will just have to wait his turn.
When I came in
I saw the stairs
I walked up the stairs
I have a kitten named winter
he loves to eat
when he is done eating
all he does is sleep
sometimes he wakes up though
and wants to go outside
all he does when he goes out
is attack all things that fly
occasionally he will play with his friends
but they're only friends to him
he jumps and strikes and pounces
until I put him out instead of in
Winter is an amazing cat
I love him so so much
even though he eats a lot
Empty bags hold anything
from little dolls to balls of string.
from bottles of glue
to things that are blue.
Like ponytails to put in your hair,
but it could never fit a chair.
It could fit lots of things you see,
but it couldn't fit me.