Color Wheels and Cupcakes

Another poem for the little ones...


The color wheel don't mean a thing to cupcakes:


Use your mind little one.
What do you see?
Purple elephants
and bright blue honey bees.
Cats can talk
and walk through walls.
That way you know you're never alone.
Your art work is famous
and hangs in great big halls.
The grass may be a rainbow
and there are fairies with butterfly wings.
Use your imagination little one
and realize the color wheel don't mean a thing.
In that place no one can tell you no
and everything exists.
Most of it you can bring to life
and you can discard the rest.
People may tell you no.
Elephants aren't purple
and honey bees can't be blue.
So they tell the color blind man he is wrong
and order him a list of things to do.
Why should he be wrong
just because he sees
things a little differently?
But be there little one, one day, 
to remind him of creativity.
Tell him what you see.
In a cookie cutter world
be a cupcake with sprinkles on top.
Royalty of your own little land.
Let the cookies be boring.
Just see what you see
and know that it is yours, 
the world in the palm of your hand.
Know that we love you
and support all that you do.
No matter what happens.
Any time you are down or feeling a little blue
we'll have a party on our cupcake stand
and worry not little one 
we support the purple elephants too.

Little Eyes and Small Steps

I am creating a gift for my friend who is getting ready to have a baby.  I am putting together a little booklet of fun small poems, illustrations, etc.


Here are the first two:


Lullabies for Little Eyes


Full was our day
so we sing our lullabies
for little eyes
so that they may slowly close
and rest their minds.
A gentle wind blows
and brings to mind exactly
what the day was like.
Busy breakfast
busy snacks and little adventures
busy as bees
sometimes like the stormy seas.
We went here
and we flew there
and sometimes we just sat to know that we be.
So as you see little eyes
you need the lullabies
so we can all go about our busy way
with each other day after day.
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Small Steps


Blink baby blink,
little eyes focus.
The first small steps to seeing.


Seeing the crayons in the box.


Scribble baby scribble,
holding the crayon in little hands.
The first small steps to moving.


Moving arms and moving legs.


Crawl baby crawl,
you, little one are getting strong.
The first small steps to standing.


Standing your ground,
hearing the sounds.


Listen baby listen,
soon enough little one the sun will rise
and you'll open your eyes.
Feet will hit the floor,
off you'll go,
taking small steps no more.

Prayers of Night

Double shift over,
late in the evening
and apron tied behind her back.
Stove is warm
hot soup simmers
a colorful melody
brings blissful therapy
the rich spices in the air.
A moon hanging in the sky
stars held up on invisible strings
the meal is on but now for the ones she loves.
Their fortunate ignorant laughter
spills onto the coloring pages
of purple giraffes and tye dyed lions
while the voice on the television 
brings more ill news.
Shutdowns, the deaf leading the blind.
Soup is in the bowl
bread is on the table
flat lived in and clothes slightly out of touch
but school seems to be going well and they have friends.
Its the best she can do for now
the careworn warmed by the happy youth
'cause they know no pain
as long as the blue stays blue
and the red stays red
to them its all the same.
Tree branches still for climbing
the sun still brings smiles 
and lunches still at school
skinned knees and boogey men; 
their only worries.
Their mother's perfect timing
band aids and hot soup to clear away
everyone's little troubles.
Television off for the night
kids tucked in bed.
Her prayers that tomorrow he will make things right
and the light flickers off to another restless sleep.