To give gifts to the world
Sometimes different perspectives melt together to compliment one another perfectly
The idea for this poem came from one of my fifth grade students when she described the hardness of the rootbeer in a float as stubbornness of a character from the Book Ida B. Thanks, Yesenia!
of a sweet delight.
Anticipation is released.
Pour it in
The dream begins to float
and fills the empty space.
The darkness starts to
What once was soft,
now is dotted with
mines of hardness.
sees is perfect.
The bubbles pop slowly.
the hardness begins to fade
and flavors blend
I wrote this as a gift to my husband for father’s day. Parenthood, while welcomed and loved, has been quite a transition in our house.
Years spent creating crafting an ideal world
Weeks spent wondering if there is a better way
Days spent filled with memories and laughter
Hours spent teaching
The mighty leader pulls the rest along
Always looking ahead
We all trust in his encouragement
Frequently checking for signs of wear and tear
And maintaining a high standard
Sometimes delivering the news, or sharing new sights
Transporting wishes and delighting in the joy
Choosing the right track to get to an ideal destination
Following the rule, watching all the signals
A colorful palette provides
the tools to make their mark
Careful choices are made
some from necessity
some based on a specific vision
The gifts of the artist
opened during play
some found on purpose
some by accident
every stroke contributes
to the final masterpeice
on the pavement