No Day is Perfect

Every day in my world--
There's a single drop of rain
Like the real world, a day is never perfect--
There might be a smudge or stain
Some days can be close to perfect
In a world you can think of a rainbow
Or a rain cloud
Its your choice to select

Open Mind

In some place you know of, you have an open mind
Have a good day and a bad day to push behind
Someday yours will come to you
Your imagination will see you through
So, let go of the chain--open your mind
Open the world in you that's so wonderful and kind

Outer Space

Outer Space--I love that place
That's where I want to go
Three days? Oh, my! I didn't know
That rocket ship goes way too slow
I need to go and fix it
I'll need a paper clip and twixit
Some paste and tape and maybe glue
Oh, yes. That's what I'll do!

The Monster in my Closet

The monster in my closet
I can see his two big eyes
He’s probably there all day—all night
Just hiding in disguise
Oh! This gives me quite a fright
Mommy! Mommy, hold me tight!
When I’m sleeping he can tear out my hair!
Thank goodness . . . it’s my teddy bear!

Food

Food can be yummy or old
Food can be good or covered with mold
Food can be hard or easy to hold
Some food is bad for you (like salty things I am told)
Food can be all colors—red, green and gold
Food can be weak and food can be bold
Food can be hot and food can be cold
If you work at a store you get cash because all that food is sold!

The Cricket Parade

Once there was a cricket parade
They heard a band so they sat in the shade
With the music so calm, then so loud!
Making the crickets proud, proud, proud.
But the music got so slow
The crickets starting chirping because . . . I think we all know

Here We Come Chicago

(I wrote this poem on the train ride to Chicago. I don't know why I put the line about kiwi. I guess it makes it kinda funny)

My mom is drooling.
Can she see me?
This is way too serious to me.
Maybe next year we can go to Tennessee.
But, wait a minute!
We’re allergic to kiwi. Or are we?
This is fun. This is cool.
My brother is sleeping—he’s covered with drool.
My dad is sleeping. Or is he dead?
I don’t know. Yeah! He moved his head.
Can you see the lake in it?
They have delicious food like bubba gump shrimp.
Yes siree! Tee hee. Let me see.
There’s big bright lights!
It’s really big.
We’re going to Chicago.
It’s right there, can’t you see?
Let me tell you about her, yes siree!
Hello shopping spree!