Little Monster

Enveloped in a costume
that still can't seem to hide
The irascible little darling,
a monster deep inside....
Dressed as but a minion
his brightly colour garb
So apt for the occasion
is more that just a lark.

Loveable in many ways
but somehow overnight
My precious little darling
now takes great delight....
In testing all the boundaries
that I had set in place
To guide him on a better way,
but has it been a waste?

Now I just stand and look upon
this child I have raised
Testing more and more it seems
my patience every day....
A face of pure innocence
is merely just a mask
For what lies behind the eyes
and depths within his heart.

Such a gorgeous little child
has turned out to be
An irascible little monster
wreaking havoc around me!
And as I tear my hair out
wondering what to do
His smile then melts my heart as he
runs rings around me too.

Trick or treat I guess it was,
the joke had been on me
Thinking just how easy came
the responsibilities....
Being a parent has its moments
but oh how much joy
Would befall upon me in the form
of my precious little boy!

Instead my little darling
a monster he's become
While all the tireless efforts
of my parenting is undone....
Friends say this is normal
for a child to rebel,
But still he keeps on adding years
while he gives me hell!

Ah, but you gotta love him,
at least I tell myself
For there can still be good times
given to me in wealth....
And when I look back on these days
I guess I'll surely laugh
To see the little monster
who still somehow won my heart!

© Christina
12th October, 2004

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I Resign As An Adult

To Whom It May Concern!

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.
I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities
of a 8 year old again. 
I want to go to McDonald's
and think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle
and make ripples with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms; are better than money, because you can eat them.
I want to play kickball during recess
and paint with watercolors in art.
I want to lie under a big Oak tree and run a lemonade stand
with my friends on a hot summers day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple.
When all you knew were colors,
addition tables and simple nursery rhymes.
But that didn't bother you,
because you didn't know what you didn't know
and you didn't care.
When all you knew was to be happy
because you didn't know all the things
that should make you worried and upset.
I want to think that the world is fair.
That everyone in it is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
When we thought the worst thing in the world
was if someone took your jump rope from you
or picked you last for kickball?
I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life
and be overly excited by little things once again.
I want to return to the days when
reading was fun and music was clean.
When television was used to report the news
or for family entertainment
I would walk on the beach and only think of
the sand between my toes and the prettiest seashell I could find.
I would spend my afternoon climbing trees and riding my bike.
I want to live simply again.
I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes,
mountains of paperwork, depressing news,
or how to survive more days in the month than there
is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip,
illness and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs,
a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination,
the advancement of mankind
and making angels in the snow.
So....here is my checkbook,  my car-keys and my credit cards
I am officially resigning from adulthood.
And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have
to catch me first, cause.............
"Tag! You're it."

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Lessons Learned From My Cat #2

21. Bigger is better.

20. But size doesn’t always matter.

19. Life is short; make bold choices.

18. Nothing easy is worth having.

17. Everything is better with friends.

16. If at first you don’t succeed…

15. …try, try again.

14. Practice makes perfect.

13. Develop problem-solving skills.

13b. Develop more problem-solving skills.

12. Your family loves you, even if sometimes they don’t show it.

11. Keep your friends close…

10. …but your enemies closer.

9. One is original; two is a trend.

8. Always keep your cool.

7. Don’t get cocky.

6. The man has it in for you.

5. Always maintain the element of surprise.

4. A fabulous hat never goes out of style.

3. Do or do not; there is no “try.”

2. Save money for a rainy day.

1. Your perfect someone is out there.

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Grandparents Poem - Red Skelton

A poem by an older Red Skelton, reads his own poem about being a grandparent (his daughter Valentina had presented him with a granddaughter some three months before this program aired on October 12, 1970). This is from Season 20 Episode 5. Full text below.

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Grandfather, Grandmother
A gentle title that builds an imaginary wall around the harshness of two words; old age
The enemy of youth, for we have learned that age is cruel
Yet regardless to how young you are, how young you think you are, or try to be
Age steps in, unannounced, introduced by your closest friends sometimes by saying "Remember when?"
It's then that we hope that we'll have some brilliance that will blind the observer,
Or cast a shadow over our actions and keep them in the semi-darkness,
And we close our ears,
So we will not hear the sounds made by progress that knows no sentiment
Or to hear the song that is sung by youth called senility

Grandfather, Grandmother
A noble symbol of age
A real elegance that's filled with proud moments
A chance to relive your childhood
Through the eyes of your children's children

Grandfather, Grandmother
A privilege granted by God
To teach the little newcomer the shortcuts
And the ways to face the angry sorrowful old world
A chance to teach independence and respect without the aid of groups or causes
A chance to show how to build and not to destroy
A chance to see the innocence of life again
To let our minds romp freely
And not notice the hypocrisy or the puritanical taboos
That this little fellow doesn't know yet
A chance to teach and recapture wasted, unimportant seconds of our childhood
To explain youth to that always ambitious youth
That sometimes forgets to realize the importance of childhood
They're always pretending that they're a little older than their bodies or their reasons
And intelligent just enough to be well misinformed
Ignorant to discipline which teach the true essence of freedom
To teach them to grow into their wisdom far beyond their years

Grandfather, Grandmother
A blessed honor
A chance to daydream and to notice a bird in flight
And think of an answer, for it'll be the first time you've ever been asked why
And to touch a puppy dog, and not notice it messing up the place
To see for the first time a blade of grass take on the designs of a cathedral
A chance to see spring in the twilight of our autumn years

Grandmother, Grandfather
What a new dignity for now you see love
And you feel respect
For now you walk holding two hands
One the hand of tomorrow
The other the hand of eternity

Transcript from : "YouTube " 
Check out more of Red Skeletons Poems on his blog.

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In The Arms Of Thee Angel

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe
In this sweet madness
Oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here 

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