Thanks for stopping by. Outside of board books, here are my published poems from various periodicals and collections. Enjoy!
Glacier
A frozen blue river
stiff with cold,
crunches forward,
tears into mountains,
swallows the earth,
leaves rumbling round rocks
in a wide smooth bed,
to trickle into a green river
and cool my toes.
Cricket, 1999
Ballroom Dancing
The great, green pines
slip long white gloves
over their fingertips
up to their shoulders.
They sway to the music
of the twirling snow flurries.
Cricket, 1999
First I Came, Then Came You
First I came, then came you.
I used this crib first.
Now you sleep in it.
I used to wear these clothes.
Now they fit you.
I played lots with these toys.
Now you play with them.
Here are my favorite books.
Now I read them to you.
I had baths in here, but I don't remember.
Now I help Daddy give you a bath.
Mommy used to feed me like that.
Now she feeds you for a really long time.
Mommy and Daddy used to hold just me.
Now you squeeze in with us.
First I was alone.
Now you are my sister.
Ladybug, the magazine for young children, 1999
Holding Hands
You stretched out your hand
and gave me
Been to Yesterdays.
"Stowed in cardboard
corners
memories rest
quietly in paper chests"
like my own
waiting to be dusted, lifted, and remembered.
Your mother,
grandmother,
and middle grade voice facing divorce
found my mother,
grandmother,
and me facing the divorce in my childhood.
Been to Yesterdays
took me to my own.
Thank you for
holding out your hand
so that I might grasp it.
Dear One: A Tribute to Lee Bennett Hopkins, NCTE, 2009
My
English Teacher
She teaches me
authors have
agendas, philosophies, belief systems
leaking through their words
even if they don't know it.
I will be watching
for the rest of my life
so they don't get in my brain
without me
ever knowing it.
The Poetry Friday Anthology for Middle School, Pomelo Books, 2013
Selfie
Smile
Laugh
Click
Pic
See?
Me!
The Poetry Friday Anthology for Celebrations, Pomelo Books, 2015
Great Morning! Poems for School Leaders to Read Aloud, Pomelo Books, 2018
Toasty,
Warm Jammies
My toes
wiggle
into whispery, tappity footies.
My knees
hide
inside stretchy, squeezy legs.
My bum dances
in the wiggly, waggly rump.
My arms
flap
in fleecy, fuzzy sleeves.
My belly
rounds
the long, skickety zipper.
My chin
taps
the cool, snippety snap.
Toady, warm jammies
snuggle me
to drifty,
dreamy
sleep.
One Minute till Bedtime, Little Brown, 2016
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