Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
THANKSGIVING ZENO
Many things I am thankful for
my dear mother
and my
dad.
And my brothers
make me
glad.
For the turkey
I feel
sad.
This poem is a zeno, a form developed by former children's poet laureate J. Patrick Lewis. It is a ten line poem with 8 syllables in the first line, then 4,2,1 in the next three lines. And those 4,2,1 syllable lines are repeated two more times. Lines 4, 7, and 10 all rhyme. Can you try writing your own Thanksgiving zeno today? Have fun writing.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
MY CLUB HOUSE
I'm building a club house
in my back yard
with cardboard boxes
it shouldn't be hard.
I'll hoist up a flag,
watch it unfurl
with words to say--
JUST FOR GIRLS.
I'll invite my friends,
bring in my toys
and we can try to keep out
the pesky boys.
(Like my brother,
who is sure
to yell to my mother,
all through the day,
"Sister won't let me play.")
Have you ever built a club house out of boxes? Have you built a train, a boat, or a space station? Can you write a poem today about what you might build if you had the boxes? Who would you invite to play with you? What would you do? Would your club house have rules? Have fun with your imagination and try writing a poem. Have an adventure today.
in my back yard
with cardboard boxes
it shouldn't be hard.
I'll hoist up a flag,
watch it unfurl
with words to say--
JUST FOR GIRLS.
I'll invite my friends,
bring in my toys
and we can try to keep out
the pesky boys.
(Like my brother,
who is sure
to yell to my mother,
all through the day,
"Sister won't let me play.")
Have you ever built a club house out of boxes? Have you built a train, a boat, or a space station? Can you write a poem today about what you might build if you had the boxes? Who would you invite to play with you? What would you do? Would your club house have rules? Have fun with your imagination and try writing a poem. Have an adventure today.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
Guess Who
Who always makes me
feel like a star?
Who drives me around
in the family car?
Who cooks for me
and packs my lunch?
I love this person
a whole big bunch.
Who changes the sheets
on my bed?
And cuts the hair
upon my head?
Who helps me with
my school homework
and keeps me from being
too big a jerk?
Who puts the bandages
on my scraped knees?
And at bedtime
reads to me?
Who never forgets Christmas
or my birthday?
You're really terrific,
what can I say?
I love you, Mom.
You're lots of fun.
I'll always be
your loving son.
I hope you have a great Mother's Day. What fun things have you got planned for today? Can you make a list of the things your mom, or someone else does for you? Perhaps it is a friend, your dog, the school librarian, your grandma, or a teacher. Then try writing your own GUESS WHO poem to say thank you to that person. In England they don't celebrate Mother's Day on the same Sunday that we do here in the United States, and they call it Mothering Sunday to honor all the folks who do the job of mothering others. This would include day care workers, nurses, grand-parents, aunts and uncles, too. Have fun writing your poem.
Who always makes me
feel like a star?
Who drives me around
in the family car?
Who cooks for me
and packs my lunch?
I love this person
a whole big bunch.
Who changes the sheets
on my bed?
And cuts the hair
upon my head?
Who helps me with
my school homework
and keeps me from being
too big a jerk?
Who puts the bandages
on my scraped knees?
And at bedtime
reads to me?
Who never forgets Christmas
or my birthday?
You're really terrific,
what can I say?
I love you, Mom.
You're lots of fun.
I'll always be
your loving son.
I hope you have a great Mother's Day. What fun things have you got planned for today? Can you make a list of the things your mom, or someone else does for you? Perhaps it is a friend, your dog, the school librarian, your grandma, or a teacher. Then try writing your own GUESS WHO poem to say thank you to that person. In England they don't celebrate Mother's Day on the same Sunday that we do here in the United States, and they call it Mothering Sunday to honor all the folks who do the job of mothering others. This would include day care workers, nurses, grand-parents, aunts and uncles, too. Have fun writing your poem.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Standing High
Mommy doesn't like it
when I stand upon a chair
she's worried that I may fall
standing way up there.
Me, I want to see the world
from her point of view.
To ponder what is way up there
that looks to me so new.
Yuck, this stinks--but I'm in a hurry today. I promise that I'll come back and visit this little poem and fix it later when I have more time. But the important thing is to get something down today.
As a child, I loved going vertical. I hope my mom didn't know about the times I'd climb on the roof and just sit there watching the world pass by our neighborhood--she would have had a fit, I'm sure. My husband doesn't do to well with heights. He's always worried he'll fall, so I'm the one that does ladder things in our family. for some reason, I'm more steady on my feet. That applied to learning to ski and water ski. It wasn't till I got a lot older that I started noticing balance. Do you like doing things that require balance? Can you write a poem aobut one of the things?
when I stand upon a chair
she's worried that I may fall
standing way up there.
Me, I want to see the world
from her point of view.
To ponder what is way up there
that looks to me so new.
Yuck, this stinks--but I'm in a hurry today. I promise that I'll come back and visit this little poem and fix it later when I have more time. But the important thing is to get something down today.
As a child, I loved going vertical. I hope my mom didn't know about the times I'd climb on the roof and just sit there watching the world pass by our neighborhood--she would have had a fit, I'm sure. My husband doesn't do to well with heights. He's always worried he'll fall, so I'm the one that does ladder things in our family. for some reason, I'm more steady on my feet. That applied to learning to ski and water ski. It wasn't till I got a lot older that I started noticing balance. Do you like doing things that require balance? Can you write a poem aobut one of the things?
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