The photo challenge is Rainbow Colors. This picture is not only colorful, but it reminds me of how her sweet ways could turn my days into gold at the end of a rainbow!
Morning light pierces
tattered edges of night ’til
darkness slips away
Birds begin to sing!
What once was stillness is gone
as dawn runs through trees
Within the old house
no one knows that shadows play
outside the window
A Haiku (for my poetry-challenged friends) is typically three lines of un-rhymed verse with five syllables on the first line, then seven, then five. Since I continued this Haiku from a single, to a double, then a triple; it is my response to today’s one-word prompt: Continue.
It is also an entry in Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Shadows
Photo taken at Rivercene Mansion Bed & Breakfast in New Franklin, Missouri
Every Tuesday at 5:00pm, there is a trail of toys in my house that stretches from the front door all the way to the bedroom where my grandson sleeps when we keep him two days a week. I pick up each toy, one by one, and think of the fun (or the frustration) he had before it was abandoned there on the floor. As I pick up the ball, I remember the mischievous smile he had when he threw it in the house after I told him not too. I remember the tears that fell when I took the ball away and how quickly the smile returned when I gave it back to him 10 minutes later! I make my way to his room with an armload of toys, but he’s not there. Every Thursday at 9:00am, he’s back. There is no trail of toys to follow, but he knows the way to his room. Play commences and toys yet again follow him wherever he goes. After he leaves at 5:00pm, there is a trail of toys from his room all the way to the front door. I pick them up, put them away, but he’s not there. Now here’s the controversy: Sometimes my husband will say “We should make him pick up his toys before he leaves” and I’ll say “but where’s the fun in that!”
My poem “Dancing on the Face of the Moon” is featured on Poetry Breakfast this morning!
You can read it here Dancing of the Face of the Moon,
Just this side of midnight, I stepped outside –
an attempt to snag the tail of a summer breeze.
Slowly, a shadow crept over me.
Night turned darker than blackness itself
and I could not see a thing.
I was frightened at first, then I realized
the moon was simply trapped
by obscure clouds.
From the darkened sky, rain began to fall,
blindly tumbling to the ground.
I watched. I waited.
When the moon re-appeared,
I saw puddles on the pavement
and, I swear, they were calling my name!
Joy overtook me and I became a child.
Discarding my shoes, I launched into play;
splashing, prancing, twirling and leaping
from one wet patch to another.
To catch my breath, I slowed to a sway,
and hugged myself with happy arms.
As I bent to and fro, misty moonlight
winked at me
from the raindrops clinging to the trees.
I glanced at my feet and met the moon;
his reflection captured briefly
in the puddle where I danced.
I knelt to touch him,
a caress for the perfect partner he had been;
leading me so aptly
I didn’t even know that he was there.
We smiled at one another, then I stood
and proceeded once again
to dance on the face of the moon.
In this season of wish lists and gift-giving, perhaps this is what children REALLY want:
Hide me, seek me,
chase me ‘round the tree.
Catch me, hold me,
bounce me on your knee.
Rock me, hug me,
cheer me when I’m sad.
Nurture me, enrich me,
forgive me when I’m bad.
Surprise me, delight me,
treat me to your laughter.
Excite me, train me,
give me a task to master.
Comfort me, soothe me,
heal me when I’m hurt.
Protect me, warn me,
help me stay alert.
Notice me, advise me,
correct me when I’m wrong.
Enjoy me, cherish me,
miss me when I’m gone.
Prepare me, lead me,
expect me to be kind.
Calm me, quiet me,
allow me to unwind.
Support me, guide me,
encourage me not to quit.
Humor me, indulge me,
spoil me just a bit.
Praise me, inspire me,
teach me how to pray.
Believe me, trust me,
find me if I stray.
See me, hear me,
answer me when I call.
Accept me, respect me,
love me most of all!
This is not a new poem – I wrote it for my grandson when he was 6 months old. You know, when our children and grandchildren are babies, we have such dreams for them! We are positive we can make their little world nearly perfect. Then life happens; we get overwhelmed, they get more demanding and we realize that perfection is not even close to attainable, nor should it be! But raising good, respectful, happy children isn’t impossible. We must simply remember what’s important to THEM!
I pictorialized this photo with a “colored pencil” edit.
I’m all about letting kids simply be kids, so when I’m with my grandchildren, I let them chose how we play. The one-year-old currently plays with anything he can see, grab and put in his mouth! He is also attracted to sound. If it makes noise, wonderful! If it doesn’t, he bangs it against something until it does.
The four-year-old, on the other hand, prefers pretend play. Sounds easy, right? Well, pretend play is not all that simple! As the co-player, I am required to listen, follow instructions and role play. But for her, pretending is an excellent exercise in self-esteem. When she uses her imagination, she can be anyone or anything she wants to be – and that’s a valuable lesson!
When kids use their imagination instead of playing preconceived games, their communication skills and the wisdom of their choices are an immediate consequence. Believe me, if the direction of our play isn’t going well, my granddaughter is quick to “pretend” something else entirely!
Last summer she and I took a nice, long walk. We picked dandelions and blew them into the wind and we watched the sun peek in and out of the clouds. When we got back from our walk, she pretended to be a dandelion so I could “pick her”! Here is a poem I wrote for her after we played:
WHO WANTS TO PLAY
“Who wants to play with me today?”
said the wind to no one in particular.
A dandelion nearby held its’ head up high
and hollered, “I do! Pick me!”
So the wind swept it lofty and ever so softly
they soared through the day together.
“Who wants to play with me today?”
said the rain to no one in particular.
A creek barely flowing said “Come, let’s get going!
We’ll build ourselves a river to the sea.”
So the rain joined the creek until it ran deep
and they rushed through the day together.
“Who wants to play with me today?”
said the cloud to no one in particular.
A ray of sun flickered by, “Let’s hide-and-seek in the sky!
It’s a game we can play forever!”
So they hid and they peeked; they teased and they sneaked,
and they skipped through the day together.
“Who wants to play with me tonight?”
said the moon to no one in particular.
A dream just forming wanted to sleep until morning
but the moon cried, “It’s now or it’s never!”
So the two became friends and each of them spends
their quiet nights playing together.