NPM: Poem 2

In celebration of National Poetry Month, I will attempt to write a poem a day.  Fun!

A Girl Day

Tomorrow, my day with The Girl,
To Little Rock, we will traverse.
Her heart full of beauty of the pearl,
Her heart she so quickly does disperse.

Tomorrow, my day with The Girl,
Time spent shopping, eating, chatting.
Planning outfits, snacks, coffees,
Meeting The Boy, The Doctor, The Nurses.

Tomorrow, my day with The Girl,
Developing that relationship,
Sharing the love, the laughter, the giggles,
Witnessing the growth, the love, the depth.

Tomorrow, my day with The Girl,
Treasuring the times, the meals, the trips,
Praising the good news, the good report,
Loving her, the time, the growth.

Tomorrow, the day with The Girl
I will spend.

NPM: Poem 1

In celebration of National Poetry Month, I will attempt to write a poem a day.  Fun!

She Is a Foolin'

The day of jokes and tricksters.
The day of shhhhhh and whispers.
Today, on whom will the jokes be made?
Will I be fooled and my thoughts swayed?

At 1:25, the intercom alive does come,
Calling lads and lasses  to succomb
To Saturday School for tardies galore,
Giving up free time they must deplore.

Then, my firstborn her name was called.
Why, yes, I was a bit shocked and appalled.
Not too surprised, for in the halls she often is,
So her presence has been amiss.

In come students, attempting to warn me,
Preparing me for behaviors simply to shocking.
"She is in trouble; just ask her."
A text I send as I start to murmur.

Arrives she does with a look of shame.
Yes, Saturday School he gave.
My response, with face grim,
"I will make sure you are there at 8 AM."

Then, she smiled,
For with friends compiled,
Her mother she fooled,
She, who was so schooled,
Had been duped.
My thoughts regrouped.
Planning now my revenge.
One year from today on much depends!