After years of being a closet writer, my poems started to tell me they wanted to get out more . I have a roving rambling heart myself so I completely understand . Happy travels .

Thursday, April 4, 2013


You kept saying you’d be Four
In and out the cottage door
‘I’m going to the grocery store!’
Back again with an encore
In and out the cottage door

At two
You knew

How to tease and charm Grandma at the same time
That when people visit there shouldn’t be bedtime
That experiments are usually worth the trouble
How to end the craziest day with a cuddle

Not so fast , not yet - not Four!
Sneaking out the toddler door,
Sweet wee boy, there’s magic in Three
Oh! The adventures and pleasures there’ll be!

Tickle festivals shall be held!
Diapers cast out, gone, expelled!
Happy Birthdays, Santa Claus.
Saying ‘I Love You’ just because.

Wham, slam, jump, sing!
A most strange and amazing thing
To see you exhaustingly happy.
So do it again and again laddie,

In and out the cottage door
Hearts are glad and spirits soar.

Sunday, November 6, 2011


Whenever I want to see
What a piece of heaven might be
All I need to do
Is think of you at two

When you're happy you don't just smile
Your eyes smile
Then I smile

When it's funny you don't just laugh
Your heart laughs
Then my heart laughs

All the words you've learned to say
Found some new mischievous ways
Up and at 'em every day
Such a charm to watch you play!

There goes trouble down the road
Riding trike in speeding mode
Possibilities explode!
Super cuteness overload!

Life's best little moments 
Are made big when

You give us them