Letter From Heaven


Mommy, Daddy, how I miss you
and I know you’re missing me.
There are windows here in Heaven
and every day I look and see


my toys all in the toybox
and my dolls up on the shelf.
I can’t pull them in my wagon now
or hold them to myself.


My little rocker’s empty
and your arms feel empty, too.
I can see the sadness in your face.
Mommy, Daddy, I love you.


My music box is silent,
but I don’t need to hear it play.
Mommy, Daddy, it’s not needed now.
Angels here sing every day.


Please don’t worry that I’m  lonely.
There are children everywhere.
We are all His little angels
and there’s so much love up here.


Mommy, Daddy, please don’t cry.
Heaven’s such a lovely place!
God says you did the very best
and your love shows in my face.


Mommy, Daddy, when you need me,
just look up and say a prayer.
I will see you through the windows
and I’ll hear your voice up here.

Best Friends


You wanna make a mud pie?   
Have you ever climbed a tree?  
Do you like to catch crawdaddies 
'neath the rocks down at the creek?


Have you ever had a worm race?
Ever build a neat club house?
If you want, we'll make a telephone!
Do you have your own white mouse?


Want to roller skate on Sunday?
Then we'll see what's on TV.
I never knew just how much fun
a new best friend could be.

"Special" Brother


My brother's in a wheelchair
and he can't jump or run.    
But I can throw a ball to him   
to catch and we have fun.


He can't do a lot of things
that other kids can do.
He needs help getting dressed
and he can't tie his shoes.


Mommy told me it's called special
when a child is born that way.
... I said I could have told her that.
My brother's special every day.

The Birthday Wall


In Daddy's bedroom down the hall,
there's a special place, The Birthday Wall.
Every year, about this time,
he hugs me then he draws my line.


We look at where I used to be
when I was small and only three.
Much higher, then, the one for four,
then five, then six, and now one more.


On the wall two names I see,
my little sister's, then there's me.
Sissy's line comes to my nose.
To look at mine, she's on tiptoes.


Sometimes when I am feeling small,
I go down to see The Birthday Wall
to see how big I'll be next time
Daddy hugs me and he draws my line.

Daddy's Whistle


Did you ever want to whistle?
Just pucker up and blow?
Does the air go where you want it to?
I can't do it, it won't go!


Daddy whistles all the time,
sometimes pretty songs.
Wish I could too, but when I do,
the air comes out all wrong.


Daddy says it just takes practice.
It's not something you can tell.
Until I learn to whistle,
guess I'll have to sing or yell.


(giggle)

My Piggy Bank


I've been busy with my crayons
and it took a real long time.
I wrote a special message
on my paper.  It's a sign.


You see, I have a piggy bank.
He stands up on a shelf.
The only money in him
is what I put in myself.


But things will be much different
once the sign goes there, you'll see.
My piggy bank will overflow
'cause my sign says, "Please Feed Me".

Help, Monsters!


Help! 
Monsters in my closet!
Monsters in the hall!
Monsters underneath my bed!
Monsters in the wall!


Monsters 'hind my bedroom door!
They're in the bathroom, too!
They might be ugly green ones,
maybe even red or blue!


My bed feels like an island
with the monsters everywhere!
... til Mommy says goodnight to them
then they all just disappear.

My World


In my dreams, all the oceans are chocolate
that I sail in my gummy bear boat.
The mountain there, is a chocolate cake
with waterfalls to root beer floats.


Bubble gum berries grow wild here and there.
Tall pretzels are telephone poles.
Potato chips fall like crisp autumn leaves
that I gather in sugar cone bowls.


In my garden the trees all grow jelly beans
with every color they make, except black.
The leaves on the flowers are little green spoons
‘cause the flowers bloom jello cup snacks.


When it rains, the puddles are lemonade
and I swallow sweet drops from the sky.
In the winter, it always snows popcorn
so I make popcorn men seven feet high!


Chocolate chip cookies are stepping stones
under soft cotton candy pink clouds.
The sidewalks are made of red licorice sticks
and it tastes just as good as it sounds.


If the world could be like my dreams
what an exciting place it would make
to have all of my favorites everywhere,
but never a bad tummy ache.






Note: I'm proud to say "My World" was used as a 2001/2002 poetry lesson 
by teacher, Mrs. Susan Stein.
Thank you for sharing your students' poems, Susan!