Story Time… A Little Poem

Story Time… A Little Poem

for all those who have ever read a bedtime book to a little human…


I scan through the books that I’ve tossed on the floor
In search of the right one for reading
It takes me a while here to sift through the crumbs
From the cracker I’d previously been eating

At last I uncover the most perfect story
And grab it with fingers so tiny
There’s pictures and letters, it’s just the right length
So we’ll finish before I get whiny

With the book in my hand I return to your chair
and climb up in your lap that’s so cozy
There’s less room on here, “Have you gained a few pounds?” I think
But don’t want to be nosey

I lay my head back on your chest for a moment
Relaxed as I feel your heart beating
Then I flip to the first page so there’s no mistaking
It’s time that we get started reading

You read about cows and that circle that’s blue
I’m so proud of how well you are doing
But don’t try to fool me, I know all your tricks
The dogs aren’t the ones that are “mooing”

We look through the pages and I’m getting sleepy
I think that it’s time for some z’s
I’ll just close one eye as you skip to the end
In your arms here I feel so at ease

You think I’m asleep as you put down the book
And you carry me up to my bed
I’m loving each moment as you lay me down
And you kiss me on top of my head

Good night

Story Time… A Little Poem

Ode to The Diaper Change

A tribute to those brave moms and dads who have faced… The Diaper Change


As you walk through the room, you can tell without thinking
That someone in diapers has just started stinking
You try to take cover, to hide out of sight
But then you think “No, that just wouldn’t be right”

“Hey honey!” you call out, “your baby needs changing”
“I’ll be in the garage doing some re-arranging…”
A lack of reply from your spouse tells you quickly
This one’s all on you, sir, so better act swiftly

You follow your nose to the one that’s offending
The stench is so strong here, no time for pretending
You reach down and rescue your smelly young peanut
Exclaiming out loud, “Wow that’s strong!”, and you mean it

With baby in hand and an urgency pressing
You rush to the table and start the undressing
Of course, now you realize that this is the day
That layers and layers of clothes are in play

So you pull and unsnap and then slide off the garments
To only find out to your shock and alarm that
What you thought was simple is now more complex
A “blowout” has you in a state of duress

You trudge on in spite of the setback you’re facing
With wipes as your weapons there’s no need for pacing
You’ve trained for this moment and execute quickly
Though fumes from the diaper have you feeling sickly

But soon you are done and your task is completed
The baby is changed and now you’re warmly greeted
With hugs and some kisses from your little treasure
A thank you that’s worth more than all you can measure


Story Time… A Little Poem

Ode to Starbucks Baristas

Anyone who’s ever stepped foot inside a Starbucks and received a well-crafted brew that hit that spot can attest to the magical powers of these green-cape-wearing super heroes.


Ode to Starbucks Baristas

Like a smiling superhero,
With your green cape worn in front
You ask me what I’d like to drink
Then serve me what I want

With lightning speed you brew and pour
And fill my cup near full
Of course you leave me room for cream,
‘Cuz that’s just how I roll

No matter how my day was going,
Now it’s getting better
Your friendliness makes me feel warm
Like a kindness sweater

So keep it up, you’re doing great
And making people smile
You’ll never end up worn out
When you go the extra mile


Story Time… A Little Poem

Have You Felt “The Pull”?

“The Pull” is about the struggle to find contentment when everything around us seems to be forcing us to compare and feel less…


The Pull

Sometimes I want what others have
I feel my heart get pulled
The blessings I’ve been given
Seem to look so worn and old

The grass, though it looks greener
Is often bought through pain and loss
I might not want what I desire
If I understood the cost

Why is it that I’m not content
With all that I hold dear
I’m rich in family, friends and life
There’s nothing missing here

Lord, help my eyes to see like yours
With holy clarity
To know I have just what I need
All, you have given me