Butterfly Lesson



Oh Mama look,  a flutter-by,
her tiny hand held out to me.
She grasped it firmly in her fist
afraid to set it free.


Lovingly I showed her
one of life's most painful tests:
sometimes the ones we love the most
we hurt more than the rest.


The butterfly was still alive
but alas, its wings were bent.
This tiny miracle of grace
its rainbow all but spent.


The magic dust was there to see.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
I hugged her gently and I said,
"A real love never dies."


We spoke again of letting go,
of holding love less tightly,
to hold it gently in our hearts
shows love much more when lightly.


That day when she was very small
we more than mourned a butterfly.
We shared a magic, tender moment.
I'll always thank the flutter-by.


~ love, CJ

The Key


I have a key in my pocket. 
I found it just yesterday. 
This key must be for an adventure. 
What does it go to? Who can say? 


Could be, it opens a treasure chest 
stuffed full of diamonds and gold, 
and maybe it’s buried in MY yard 
by fearless pirates, scary and bold. 


Or maybe it opens a journal 
with it’s secrets locked up for years, 
and if I find it and read it, 
I’ll be famous and people will cheer. 


I guess it could fit in a sports car. 
I’d be too young to drive it right now, 
but I'd hide it away till I’m older, 
when I drive it, my friends will say WOW. 


What if it unlocks a castle 
with hungry crocodiles out in a moat? 
I could paddle around and feed them 
from my safe castle-guarding boat. 


My adventures can go on forever 
... if I just hang onto this key. 
I don’t have to know what it opens. 
It’s more fun just makin' believe.

Waiting



Waiting is a funny word.
It really puzzles me.
If you wait for something really good
it takes forever, don't you see?


Like Christmas or your birthday
you can hardly wait at all
As you mark the days and weeks off
On the calendar on the wall.


But if it's something you don't like
And you don't want to do ~~
The waiting goes so doggone fast
It just sneaks up on you!

To The Boogie Man:



I used to be afraid of you.
Heard you eat up girls and boys.
I didn't want the lights turned out
and was scared to play with toys.


Then Mommy asked you over.
She told me you're just sad.
You have no one to play with
and you aren't really bad.


You never come to dinner.
We still set a place for you,
a plate, a spoon, a glass for milk,
just in case you do.

Sweet Child



Little pixie cheeks,
pixie little ears,
little pixie eyes that
swell with pixie tears.


Little pixie nose,
pixie little chin,
a little pixie mouth with
a pixie little grin.


Little pixie hands,
pixie little feet,
a little pixie heart with
a pixie little beat.


Little pixie fanny,
a pixie tummy, too.
I know them all
and love them all
for they belong to you!

Mommy's Hands (A Child's Prayer)



Dear God,
Mommy's hands are very large
and mine are very small.
The things that Mommy's hands can do
mine can't do at all.
She says when I grow up, though,
my hands will grow with me.
Then I can do what Mommy does,
dear God,
grow me, please?

Bed Pages



Dreams are pictures
in my head
that happen when I'm 
in my bed.


I used to have
some scary dreams
and woke my Daddy
with my screams.


Then Daddy told me 
what to do
when dreams are scary
and frighten you.


He said my bed
is like a book
with pages left
and right ~~ just look.


If the left page scares you,
turn to the right.
The bad page is gone
for the rest of the night!


I love my Daddy.
He's so smart.
(giggle)
He says I am
my bed's book mark!

Night Night



Night night moon,
night night stars,
night night noisy
trucks and cars.


Night night sand box,
night night toys,
night night other
girls and boys.


Night night Mom,
night night Dad,
night night Boogie Man
who's not bad.


It's time to go to sleep now,
most all my night nights said.
Night night blankie,
night night bed.