An Ode to My Working Mom

I do not like this hide-and-seek

I do not like this one bit.

You said to count to ten

You do this time and again.

I knew it was unwise

To close my eyes

And just like that,

You were gone.

No, it’s no fun

I sniff like a mouse

And go through the house

And peek in each room

Only to cry

Over your tricks.

You do this every day

From Monday to Friday.

And even if I would

promise to be good,

you’d still go.

Can’t you just say no

To this “boss?”

Or is she much cuter than me?

No, that can’t be.

Stay home today, please.

I Dream of Apples

I dream of your face behind an apple;

I wake to draw a pipe on your nose.

I paint a bowler hat on your head;

Why? Well, it looks good, I suppose.

I draw blue green birds made of leaves;

I leave pink pigs in suits at the park;

I make men out of cutout paper;

That is how I wish to leave my mark!

I am Magritte

and I dream of apples.

If I were a Mole

If I were a mole, 

I’d dig a big hole

That leads to the space

Of the picnic place.

I’d grab a cake slice.

Oh my, that looks nice!

Where did it go? 

Only I will know

That it’s down my hole

If I were were a mole. 

Happy Whiskers’ Day is Out!

final-coverIn my haste to finish all my workload, I forgot to announce that my book, Happy Whiskers’ Day is finally out! The printed copies are sold in all Powerbooks outlets. It’s a perfect Christmas gift to young toddlers who are beginning to read because it uses a lot of sight words!

Happy Whiskers’ Day is published by Brille Petit!

When I Grow Up

When I grow up,

I will invite the monsters

Under my bed

(and inside my head)

To have some tea.

 

I will tell the big bully

In my school

That it would be cool

If he’d sit a while with me.

 

I will eat the scary vegetables

On my plate

(even those that I hate)

Without a wince.

 

I will speak out loud

And raise my hand

I’ll take a stand

And will not flinch.

 

When I grow up,

I will surprise all of you

With the things that I can do…

If I grow up.

 

Simple Joys of Summer

Plucking away at petals
Playing love me-love me not
Armed with water guns we run
Sucking on ice when it’s hot

Making faces, tongues all out
Munching on sour, green mangoes
Stomping on mud, pounding clay
Painting on our little toes

Climbing the wall of your house
A quick glimpse of your brother
Drowning in dreams and giggles
Ah, the joys of my summer!