Another school year has begun. It follows days and weeks of fun,
But not for me.
Somehow I managed to survive internal waves of crest and dive
Through blackened sea.
When my son Bobby was very young, he had a hard time remembering his numbers. He easily recognized 0, 1, 2 and 3, so I focused on helping him learn the other numbers up to twelve. While playing the card game “Phase 10,” I came up with the jingle for Numbers 6 and 9, which actually helped him to identify those numbers. Later that day, while the children were taking their naps, I sat down and wrote all the other stanzas below, based on the characteristics Bobby had attributed to the numbers.
Someday I hope to have these rhymes made into a children’s book. Is there an illustrator among my readers who would be interested in doing the artwork? Continue reading
This mother’s heart has been pierced.
“A soft answer turns away wrath.”
The rebuke sits heavily on my ears.
I have no reply,
Nursing the hungry infant
Weaning from breast and bottle
Teaching the toddler to walk
Here’s a bit of humor for Wednesday morning….
or Why Didn’t I Think of That?
My five-year-old son got a thought in his head
One day as he sat at the foot of my bed.
He wanted to wear my old stockings, said he;
I laughed when he told me and said, “Now hear me:
You don’t really want to put on pantyhose;
They’re scratchy and itchy and hot—goodness knows!”
“That’s right,” said my sister, who came in just then.
“Just listen. I’ll tell you a story ‘bout when
I wore pantyhose to a dinner one night.
They itched me so bad that I looked quite a sight.
My boyfriend caught on, so I pulled myself up
And tried to act ladylike during our sup.
The itching persisted, however, and I
Thought, ‘If I can’t scratch soon, I think I will die!’
I tore off the pantyhose right then and there.
Abashed, my poor boyfriend ran fast down the stair.
That guy doesn’t make my phone ring anymore.”
“Cheer up,” my son said, “‘Cause I’ve felt them before.
The outside of mom’s hose is silky. Don’t pout.
Next time why don’t you turn your hose inside out?”
October 30, 2002
© 2017 Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved
Photo courtesy of Pixabay
Two excited little boys take a seat in a military aircraft on exhibit at the air field
Grandma and Grandpa await our arrival.
You can catch a nap in the car
Until we get there.
Laughing, playing, working
Never a dull moment
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul. Continue reading
Weep not, dear ones, for I’m not there
In casket cold or graveyard bare.