Growing Into Them

My pants are long and cover my feet,

Rolled up cuffs are now the feat.

Mom says, "You'll grow into them."

My dresses are long, below my knees,

Hem them now, please oh please.

Mom says, "You'll grow into them."

My shoes are big, just a tad,

Extra toe space - Eek gads!

Mom says, "You'll grow into them."

My sleeves cover my most of my hands,

Hike up the cuffs, I demand!

Mom says, "You'll grow into them."

My hats are held up by my ears,

And I know what is clear....

Mom says, "You'll grow into them."

One day I'll have clothes that fit,

I'll be older then, by quite a bit!

And Mom will say, "See, you grew into them!"

My YiaYia Misses Me

Please mailman, take my letter,

My YiaYia misses me,

It'll make her feel better.

Can't wait 'til we visit soon,

My YiaYia misses me,

She can stay in my room.

We'll play; make memories anew,

My YiaYia misses me,

You know, I miss her too! 

Waves

Waves come in,

Waves go out.

The beach is what,

I’m all about!

The sand is warm,

The sun is bright,

The water’s salty,

Such a delight!

I like to build

A moat around,

A sandcastle,

Out of a mound.

Will it be there,

When I return?

Maybe not,

‘Cause waves churn...

Waves come in,

Waves go out.

The beach is what,

I’m all about!

Special Bond

They’re just words,

But oh so true,

What I have,

To say to you.

I like it when,

You visit with me.

I like it when,

You’re so happy.

Our time together,

Marks special fun.

You are my,

Number one!

A strong, special bond,

We have, it’s true,

Oh my gosh,

How I LOVE you!

Lollipops

Lollipops are such a treat,

Picking a color takes time.

Today it’ll be red or yellow.

Usually it’s green, the lime.

Swirled ones have all colors,

They’re even bigger in size!

They take a lot more time to eat,

Blended flavors, how wise!  

What color would you get?

What flavor would it be?

If I could have a pop a day,

I’d choose a variety!

Holding Hands

Of all the things,

Important to me,

Holding hands,

Has got to be,

The best way,

To be sure,

Safety is there,

At the store.

Or in the mall,

Or parking lot,

Or restaurant,

It means a lot.

Even crossing streets,

When holding tight,

We’re safe beside,

Our partner, all aright!

What a Treat!

It is a real treat to hear the comments about my book "From YiaYia, With Love, Poetry for Young Children"! 

I have had the glorious opportunity to experience a two year old child sit and be read to for 20 minutes, enjoying the rhymes and pictures of the poetry, repeating the experience several times.

It was relayed to me how a granddaughter "reads" it to her cousin (each are 3 years of age).  Today I had the opportunity to meet this sweet, meek child.  Despite her shyness, she was quite pleased to see a copy of my book on my desk.  She turned to her mom with wide eyes noticing it was the very book that was at her house! Her eyes grew even bigger as she was allowed to open it, (a big grin appeared) and look through it.  As she flipped through the familiar  pages, she was asked what her favorite poem was.  She went back to a certain page -  "The PeePee Dance"!  

Part of the heart of this meeting for me was seeing her obvious realization that she was meeting the person who wrote the words and drew the pictures.  It "clicked".  She was elated and actually did a little "spin and jump" with excitement!  She wanted to carry the copy away with her! The sweet glow of this child will repeatedly come to my recollection vividly. 

Another part of the heart of this meeting was my realization of a dream fulfilled.  But what I didn't expect was to help a child relate a finished book to the person who created it.  A new experience for me, and for them!

Thanks to the mom who provided the opportunity for her child not only be read to, but to "read" my book to another child, to increase her love for reading, and most importantly bring a confidence this child will carry with her.  

As she left, the bounce in her step said it all!