January-Schmanuary
I got an idea whilst reading Doctor Suess
That maybe a blog in rhyme might deduce
The thrill that I get when reading to Ollie.
A poem in cadence is really quite jolly.
It's like a sneeze, the joy one receives
From reading in rhythm, it can really quite please
And clean out your soul, body and mind
And you find everything is altogether in line.
So I decided to write much like a poet
Even though like no others I'm horrid; I know it.
But one can still play when one has the time,
Even when one doesn't and a pause seems a crime.
So if you don't care bending an eye and an ear
I'll give you an update on all of my dears.
I'm sure as you read it and when it completes you
You'll be thinking in rhythm, I won't mislead you.
It did this morning, the meter - it grabbed me
and wouldn't let go - it continues to jab me!
Could be all day like this I'll converse -
At the dentist I'll confuse the trained nurse.
She'll be so shaken, she'll poke out my gums.
I'll bleed so badly that when the time comes
They'll rush me to ER which isn't so awful -
Though I'm so busy at work, they'll think it unlawful.
Anyway, here I am, going on and off base.
(For a moment I wish I could look at your face.)
But I promised an update and promises, I keep them.
So here, let me wake you if you've fallen asleep then.
Let's start with Oliver - that three foot lil' giant.
He's three years old and in the phase of defiant.
There are countless times he's a sweet little morsel,
Then he tantrums up; a complete role reversal.
We're walking on eggshells, but I try to recall
That we don't have to be happy all the time, not at all.
So we stumble on through, the blind leading the blind
And keep on parenting, like the rest of mankind.
While family, friends, and humor keep us in check,
We hope our little darling doesn't become a train wreck.
My Doug, my sweet Doug, sometimes seems rather beaten.
Work is so difficult, but it, he's pretty sweet on.
Winter is cold when the sun doesn't shine,
But with trips to look forward to, we pass the time.
My sister, Courtney, has planned a short vacay
With Mallory, her eldest, and we get them 'til Sunday.
We plan to have fun with the kiddos, we do,
But on Saturday night, the three sisters get to
Go out on the town. Wondering where I should take them
Where we won't fall asleep on each other, swept up with jetsam.
(And flotsam. Ha! Do you see what I did there?
I turned it around, it's a lil' something called "flair.")
Anyway, once again I'm losing my track,
But don't worry, I can always get it right back.
We've been going to a church, a church called House of Prayer
For the last four weeks, it's the longest we've shared
Time together in one church or another.
It's exciting and Doug doesn't seem at all smothered.
The first day I went, the Church Welcome Committee
Brought cookies to our house and were quite chat-chitty.
Doug thought it was weird, he thought it a scam.
I had to remind him that sometimes God's plan
Involved fellowship with 2, 3 or more people
And that fellowshipping wasn't all in a steeple.
We attend with one couple, now thirty friends, more
Because we've been introduced to the whole Lutheran score.
There's Terri, who loves a good hug, she hugs tightly,
And Wayne, who enjoys a good joke, not unsightly.
There's Phil, the musician who charmed O with drums
And Gretchen and Dale who bring coffee and crumbs.
I think, although maybe I'm quick to admit to
We may have found a church home to commit to!
Let's see - what else? I tried Dry-nuary (each year),
That month of January when you don't drink any beer.
It didn't take: on Sunday, January Four
I imbibed in two glasses; I was totes done for.
I tried to back up. No more wine I then said!
But I figured out, huh, without wine I drop dead.
I haven't made any New Year's Resolutions.
I just decided, instead, make contributions.
Give all of my "gift", which I happen to, thereof,
Believe is encouragement, which I have a lot of.
I choose, above all, to show lots of love and much joy
Because I'm a wife and a mom; and that's a lot to my boys.
I'm happy in life, though there are things I would change
The people in my life I would never rearrange.
Because isn't that Life's idea, I mean, isn't it?
To have friends and family to adore and to visit?
I'm proud of all of you, oh yes, I am truly
Firstly to have read through these rhymes, how unruly!
But secondly and mostly to be with me tonight
Awake and alive to fight Life's good, good fight.
I love you, I do, I think you're all doing great
Life matters, love wins, and it means none at the Gate
Whether you're gay, straight, rich, poor, black and/or white,
All that matters is that we've done what we've thought right.
Please know that I think you're all very good mothers,
And fathers and sisters, aunts, uncles, and brothers.
Keep in mind, my loves, really, really, please do.
You are GOOD, you're ENOUGH and I love you. We all do.
That maybe a blog in rhyme might deduce
The thrill that I get when reading to Ollie.
A poem in cadence is really quite jolly.
It's like a sneeze, the joy one receives
From reading in rhythm, it can really quite please
And clean out your soul, body and mind
And you find everything is altogether in line.
So I decided to write much like a poet
Even though like no others I'm horrid; I know it.
But one can still play when one has the time,
Even when one doesn't and a pause seems a crime.
So if you don't care bending an eye and an ear
I'll give you an update on all of my dears.
I'm sure as you read it and when it completes you
You'll be thinking in rhythm, I won't mislead you.
It did this morning, the meter - it grabbed me
and wouldn't let go - it continues to jab me!
Could be all day like this I'll converse -
At the dentist I'll confuse the trained nurse.
She'll be so shaken, she'll poke out my gums.
I'll bleed so badly that when the time comes
They'll rush me to ER which isn't so awful -
Though I'm so busy at work, they'll think it unlawful.
Anyway, here I am, going on and off base.
(For a moment I wish I could look at your face.)
But I promised an update and promises, I keep them.
So here, let me wake you if you've fallen asleep then.
Let's start with Oliver - that three foot lil' giant.
He's three years old and in the phase of defiant.
There are countless times he's a sweet little morsel,
Then he tantrums up; a complete role reversal.
We're walking on eggshells, but I try to recall
That we don't have to be happy all the time, not at all.
So we stumble on through, the blind leading the blind
And keep on parenting, like the rest of mankind.
While family, friends, and humor keep us in check,
We hope our little darling doesn't become a train wreck.
My Doug, my sweet Doug, sometimes seems rather beaten.
Work is so difficult, but it, he's pretty sweet on.
Winter is cold when the sun doesn't shine,
But with trips to look forward to, we pass the time.
My sister, Courtney, has planned a short vacay
With Mallory, her eldest, and we get them 'til Sunday.
We plan to have fun with the kiddos, we do,
But on Saturday night, the three sisters get to
Go out on the town. Wondering where I should take them
Where we won't fall asleep on each other, swept up with jetsam.
(And flotsam. Ha! Do you see what I did there?
I turned it around, it's a lil' something called "flair.")
Anyway, once again I'm losing my track,
But don't worry, I can always get it right back.
We've been going to a church, a church called House of Prayer
For the last four weeks, it's the longest we've shared
Time together in one church or another.
It's exciting and Doug doesn't seem at all smothered.
The first day I went, the Church Welcome Committee
Brought cookies to our house and were quite chat-chitty.
Doug thought it was weird, he thought it a scam.
I had to remind him that sometimes God's plan
Involved fellowship with 2, 3 or more people
And that fellowshipping wasn't all in a steeple.
We attend with one couple, now thirty friends, more
Because we've been introduced to the whole Lutheran score.
There's Terri, who loves a good hug, she hugs tightly,
And Wayne, who enjoys a good joke, not unsightly.
There's Phil, the musician who charmed O with drums
And Gretchen and Dale who bring coffee and crumbs.
I think, although maybe I'm quick to admit to
We may have found a church home to commit to!
Let's see - what else? I tried Dry-nuary (each year),
That month of January when you don't drink any beer.
It didn't take: on Sunday, January Four
I imbibed in two glasses; I was totes done for.
I tried to back up. No more wine I then said!
But I figured out, huh, without wine I drop dead.
I haven't made any New Year's Resolutions.
I just decided, instead, make contributions.
Give all of my "gift", which I happen to, thereof,
Believe is encouragement, which I have a lot of.
I choose, above all, to show lots of love and much joy
Because I'm a wife and a mom; and that's a lot to my boys.
I'm happy in life, though there are things I would change
The people in my life I would never rearrange.
Because isn't that Life's idea, I mean, isn't it?
To have friends and family to adore and to visit?
I'm proud of all of you, oh yes, I am truly
Firstly to have read through these rhymes, how unruly!
But secondly and mostly to be with me tonight
Awake and alive to fight Life's good, good fight.
I love you, I do, I think you're all doing great
Life matters, love wins, and it means none at the Gate
Whether you're gay, straight, rich, poor, black and/or white,
All that matters is that we've done what we've thought right.
Please know that I think you're all very good mothers,
And fathers and sisters, aunts, uncles, and brothers.
Keep in mind, my loves, really, really, please do.
You are GOOD, you're ENOUGH and I love you. We all do.
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