You're living the dream, right?
A poem
Image: Ken Crawford [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons
You're living the dream, right?
what is it as I get older
time passes faster
summer solstice
days begin to shorten
sweat glistens
humid dreams
sticky hardwood
dance in a sprinkler
joy in a splash
run on a pitch
what is it as I get older
time passes faster
i will be stronger [K'naan]
. . .
Posted in: poetry
You Help Me Stand Up
A song dedicated to my first-born child
I promised my older son I'd write a song for him. I hope you like it as much as we do! Made with much love 
YOU HELP ME STAND UP
I watch you walkin’ down the street
To catch the bus and all I see
Is a boy who’s full of hopes and dreams
A boy who’s full of life it seems
Now you used to hang off every . . .
A Beautiful Time
A birthday song for my younger son
A BEAUTIFUL TIME
Today you are 9
I'm feelin' fine
A beautiful time
To be with you
You know it's true
Today you are 9
When you were born
I had sworn
To love you, my son
You know it's true
When I put you to bed
And give you a kiss
Oh, I'll never miss that
I'm lovin' you
I feel your smile in the sun
I feel your pain in the rain
I . . .
You came into this world—a blessing
A poem for my younger son, who turned 8
You came into this world—a blessing
you came into this world
a blessing
wrapped in love, a cry
your journey began
taller i stand
when i'm holding
your hand
i put you to sleep
kiss on the cheek
i look at the clock
think of skipping rocks
with you
time has warped by
minutiae of life
through joy
through strife
i see you, baby
no . . .
In the blink of an eye
A poem for my older son, who turned 10
In the blink of an eye
In the blink of an eye
you grew;
ten years gone by
i knew
the day
you were born,
my life
had changed
forever.
In the blink of an eye
you smiled;
a dimple
curl of the lip
sip of youth
dance of joy;
truth
beholden,
bond—
golden.
In the blink of an eye
i try
to freeze
a stitch of time
how sublime
to hear your laugh
to . . .
Posted in: birthdaypoetryrobert munsch
Maybe I don't want to stop this feeling
(Even if it hurts)
Photo: Freeimages.com – Mignonne Meekels
Maybe I don't want to stop this feeling
(Even if it hurts)
ball of emotion
compact, sweet
undercurrent
pride
wistful
DNA extension
how do you elicit this
range
bass to treble
8va
octave
crescendo of love
dolce
molto vivace
sometimes anger
but always
intense
hard to detach
maybe i don't want to
stop this . . .
It takes a child to make the man
A poem
It takes a child to make the man
Dandelion seeds
land on our noses.
Slide down the hill,
check out our poses!
Wiping out in the mud,
Ribbon Bear laughs
at J's mouthful of slop
and S's tumbling flop.
Let's do it again!
all three of them yell,
it's obvious to tell
laughter and friendship
are innate and true
and watching these
. . .
Posted in: kid storiespoetryribbon bear
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