Maybe it’s not trains./
Maybe it’s just children and/
windows. They’ll always look.
Tag Archives: children
Leave Brave And Return: Revolutionary Napkin Haiku
Props to the kid in/
the red sweatshirt — and Dad — who/
left and still returned.
The Garden Of Life's Constant: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Families change. kids grow/
and move. Gardens go to weed./
Fred’s the great constant.
Distractions In Church: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
In church, I’ll turn off/
my cell phone if you remove/
your crying* children.
OR
*noisy
Being Remembered On Father’s Day: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
My children all have/
their own pain, but today they/
helped take away mine.
Latter-Day Faithful: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
We should learn that “Faith
in Every Footstep” doesn’t
just mean Pioneers.
OR
Children teach us: “Faith/
in Every Footstep” doesn’t/
just mean Pioneers.
Growing Up Stopping The Dance: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
When, as children, do/
we fin’lly made the choice to/
stop our joyful dance?
We’re Good To Our Parents: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
Some day when I’m old/
and gray, I hope my kids will/
treat me that same way.
More Heartache: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
Just when you think you/
can’t get any more heartache,/
you learn that you can.
No Poetic Expression: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I write. A lot. I was trying to write a long poem to read as a toast to my oldest son and his new bride (aka my newest daughter!). Nothing came to mind. Finally, I realized this:
No poetry can/
express how I feel gaining/
a daughter like you.
Or (because I realized to applied to each of my children):
No poetry can express
the joy felt having children
such as you all are.