Mattie's and Charlie's hands
So much depends upon…
These tiny, SPeCkLEd, FrECkLeD, HANDS.
They BOuNcE balls,
pet dogs, frogs, donkeys, and WoRmS.
They filter sand, salt water,
$money$, and AiR.
They SqueezE dough, Hallie,
my heart and my hands.
They carry groceries, books, wrenches,
capri suns, GERMS, and the future.
I hope that
These tiny, SPeCkLEd, FrECkLeD, HANDS
become BIG, STRONG, weathered, and wrinkled.
SNOWDAY
Surprise!
No Way!
Oh my goodness!
We can sleep late and play until the moon is high.
Delightful, white powder, Thank you!
Awaiting your arrival has been so stressful.
Yet, so rewarding – 1 more day to enjoy snow cream, snowball fights, snowmen, and sledding!
Connie I love the ‘freeness’ of your poems! They envoke some great feelings! The tiny speckled freckled hands is ADORABLE.
Connie I love your poem about your children’s hands. I think you have done a great job with this. These poems (to take Abby’s word) are very much Adorable!!!
I love the poem about your children. I cannot wait to have children one day. You are truly a great mom, and are going to make a spectacular teacher! Im so glad to have you in my cohort!
I love how you used different symbols and capitalization to put emphasis on certain words in the poem about Mattie and Charlie’s hands. Very cute!!!
Connie,
I LOVE the hands poem. I love the photograph; I love the layout and shape of the words; I love the verbs you chose! Pretty much everything about it. How did you take this picture? Did you take the picture first, or write the poem first? Just wondering about your process.