A kind heart, don’t ever abuse it. Kind hearts are usually the strongest of hearts. Their kindness was forged through personal tragedy.
What do you do with a silly cat?
Dress him up in a tux and a nice top hat!
What do you do with a grumpy goat?
Give him a cane and a silk top coat!
What do you do with an owl wise and old?
Give him a jacket so he won’t get cold!
What do you do with a horse that’s hoarse?
Give him a cough drop and a blanket of course!
What do you do with a squawky bird?
A sweater will calm it is what I heard!
What do you do with a dog that will bark and whine?
Dress it in pants and a shirt and let it dine!
What do you do with a squirrel in a tree?
Fill a purse with nuts and set it free!
What do you do with a pesky mouse?
Give it some shoes and shoo it out of the house!
What do you do when a skunk puts off a big stink?
Dress her in pearls and the finest mink!
When they’re done from cat to skunk
Pack their clothes in an elephant’s trunk!
Love is like a beautiful flower,
You have to plant a seed for it to grow.
Love is like a quiet whisper,
You have to be a good listener; for you to know.
Love is like a newborn baby,
You have to nurture her, for her to grow.
Love is like a farmer’s harvest,
What you plant, you reap what you sow.
Love is like a glass of water,
The body needs it to survive.
Love is like a blazing fire,
Adding fuel makes it thrive.
Love is like left and right,
You need both, to walk hand-in-hand.
Love is like the shore of the beach,
Endles like the grains of sand.
Love is like the chirping of the birds,
So beautiful to hear.
I love you; can echo forever,
When whispered in the ear.
Love is like an illuminating light,
The glow is impossible to hide;
When you’re with the one you love
Walking side by side.
I HAVE NEVER HELD HANDS WITH A ROAD
THAT HAS NO BRANCHES, TO A WATERFALL
OR A RETREAT ON A MOUNTAIN, MAKING STILL-
LIFES OF WILD POPPIES, WILD ROSES BEAUTY’S CALL
TEASING MY MIND, AS NATURE DOES
I AM NOT MADE FOR SUFFERING IT JUST IS
NOT MY GAME EVEN IN SLEEP I WRITE JOKES
I LAUGH EASY AT SILLY WORDS AND FIND THE
WORLD TOO SURREAL TO GET TOO INVOLVED
TO FORFEIT THE PLAY, MY LIMBS ENTERTAIN
BUT THAT IS JUST ME AND THE WAY I SAIL
IT IS NOT RIGHT NOR WRONG
IT IS MY TYPE
I AM NOT MADE FOR SUFFERING
I MOVE ON LIKE THE BIRDS OVERHEAD
I RE-ADAPT TO CIRCUMSTANCES I LEARN THE
Last night I dreamt
That I was on
The wrong side of the tracks
I could see the train coming
I needed to get to the other side
So I ran along the platform
Looking for a place to cross
But I could find no bridge
No path, no safe passing
I stood frozen
Afraid to cross the rails
The train flew by me
It lifted my skirt around my knees
And made the hairs on my arms
Then it was gone
And I kept wandering
Trying to make it
To the other side
To My Unborn,
As I think of my limitations to protect you from all of the hurt in this world (and I don’t necessarily want to since there is a lot to learn from pain), I think of the things I can control and the ways I want to protect you.
I want to raise a happy, healthy child. I want to teach you to love your body. I want you to understand that being healthy aids in your happiness.
I can’t promise you that you’ll always be healthy or go without physical pain, but I can promise that I’ll teach you to be healthy the best I know how.
I promise to keep you healthy by teaching you the little things: wash hands, wash fruits and veggies, drink plenty of water.
I promise to keep you healthy by researching and protecting you from unnecessary fillers and ingredients.
I promise to keep you healthy by introducing you to lots of whole foods. Yes, I also promise I’ll sneak vegetables into many meal and smoothies, but I also promise to teach you to try new foods and which foods make you feel good.
I promise to keep you healthy by reminding you that your body feels good when it moves. We’ll dance party by day and probably by night as well. I won’t tiger mom you by over-scheduling, but swim, soccer, dance, running, you can try them all until you find something you love.
I promise to keep you healthy by telling you your body is beautiful. Bodies come in all shapes and sizes and loving your body for what it is and what it can do is one of the greatest ways to stay mentally healthy.
I promise to keep you healthy by fostering balance. It’s unrealistic to think you’ll never eat a french fry or ice cream. I want you to enjoy those foods too because you know that balance is an important part to health.
I promise to keep you healthy by laughing and being silly. They say laughter is the best medicine for a reason and I want our home to ring with the laughter of healthy, happy kids.
I want to promise you so much my little one. I can’t promise you everything, but I can promise to do my best to keep you healthy and to teach you to be healthy.
Our health is one of the greatest gifts we have.
I’m practicing how to say, “I love you,” but, like with any difficult concept, I find that these words are wholly inadequate for describing the truth of the whole of what I have for you. I understand that “philosophy” means “the love of knowing;” is there a word for “the love of you?”
If there is, I have yet to find it, and I think I will spend some time mulling through that romantic dialectic.
I love you, actively. I have love for you, passively, and I will give it to you if you ask. I reject this word “love” as it is inaccurate, but I will continue to use it until there is a clearer word, and perhaps attempt to trace that word through all of its failures so that I might understand it better. Either way, it’s yours, all of this thing that is inadequately described by a four letter word.
When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or a picture falls off the wall, it makes a noise. But as for my heart, when it breaks, it’s completely silent. You would think as its so important it would make the loudest noise in the world or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of an instrument or the ringing of a bell. But it’s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from feeling pain. If there is a noise, it’s internal. It screams and no one can hear but you. It screams so loudly your ears ring and your head aches. It thrashes around in your chest like a great white caught in the sea, it roars like a mother bear who’s cub has been taken. That’s what it looks like and that’s what it sounds like, a thrashing, panicking, trapped, great big beast, roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But I guess that’s the thing about love, no one is untouchable. It’s as wild as that, as raw as an open flesh that’s exposed to salty sea water.But when it actually breaks, it’s silent, you are just screaming on the inside and no one can hear it.