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How can I explain to my kidsWhy their mommy is not hereTo celebrate my birthdayOr Christmas, or New Year How can I tell my childrenOf the phase our lives are inThat what we shared was dyingThat the bond was wearing thin How do you say you love themJust as mommy always willBut that one of us is leavingHow to serve that bitter pill I don't know how to convey thisAnd still protect them as I shouldAgainst anything that hurts...

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Orphans (Intro and scene 1, act 1)

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Henry O'Connor: An orphan abandoned by his father Alexander O'Connor at Oakenhill's orphanage. He is paralyzed in his legs and deathly ill will cancer. He is best friends with Mickey and Lucy two other orphans. Mickey Erickson: Slightly older than Henry. She has a rough past, being raised out on the streets before being brought to the orphanage by force. She stayed after meeting young Henry and finally found something wor...

Tomorrow

our tomorrow

Children's voices sound out loudI hear their merry laughter't sounds like they're running afterEachother while they shout They're playing hide and seekI see them hunt eachotherWithout having to bother About what comes next week They'll soon be called insideTo wash and to be fedAnd then they're off to bedWhere they'll be safe at night Let's keep them safe from sorrowFor they are our tomorrow

The Goldfish

All goldfish are equal, but some are more dangerous than others!

The annual Saint Joseph Church carnival was winding down. It had been three and nine-tenths days of fun, but on Sunday evening, eleven-year-old Thomas Leary was running out of time. In between boarding a slew of nausea-inducing rides and devouring funnel cake the size of Frisbees, it was time to win something other than another stuffed animal. Thomas wanted to win a goldfish, but not just any goldfish. There was one in pa...

Celestial Siblings

A poem I wrote for my nephew...

The starless Sky prepares for a celebration;Gathering the Clouds, her children - with boundless jubilation.She paints them all in black and grey;And lets them all, have fun and play.Of them, the 'Gentle'; they dance a Heavenly dance;But the 'Fierce'; they just wrestle with their mighty hands.That's when I crash the party, pure and blinding white;Turning the night into disco day, flashing and burning bright.I strike and si...

One Barefoot Unicorn

A unicorn needs some new shoes.

One barefoot unicorn His name is Pete He walks through the forestWith no shoes on his feet His daddy gave him his shoes To wear so Pete could run But see, they were too big So Pete could not have any fun There was a pretty Fairy She had fair hair and silk wings Her name was Fairy Starlight She had glitter and magic things She saw Pete in the forestHe was wondering what to do  She conjured up a spell so PeteCould wish for...

Where Are My Children?

Why didn't I get one?

Where are my children? Why didn't I get one? She got two And I got none. Why can't I have one? Just one little oneIt doesn't seem fair Now it's all said and done. We tried and we tried None stayed here with me.Everything seems empty Why couldn't we be three? No frilly dresses No swings in our yard No crib in the bedroom No Lego to pull apart. No cute little bundle With sweet smelling hair No sleepless nights Spent in a ro...

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An Angel's Story

The story of a family as told through the eyes of a Christmas Angel.

I came to live with this family in 1988, when they moved across the country, leaving family and friends behind in search of a new beginning and a better life. I was already here in California, waiting for a new home and family to watch over. They arrived here on New Year's Day into a motel where they lived for six weeks while their new house became ready for them. To become familiar with where they lived, they ventured ou...

Snow Angels and Laughter

An morning of playing in the snow

Snow is drifting lazily down Caressing branches, gathering slowly Standing by the window, Cup of cocoa in my hands I hear the gentle stirring A quiet giggle filters down the stairs I watch the snow drift into small piles And look forward to the time to come Her head pops round the corner "Snow, Mama!" her giggle rebounds I laugh and gather up her coat Pulling gloves and boots on A kiss and snowfall scatters As she romps a...

The Bumbling Painter

The handyman strikes again.

I performed many different odd jobs when I was a teen and into my early twenties. I mowed lawns at five different homes including my own. Several people also asked me to paint and redo their kitchens and bathrooms. The result of all this painting helped me become a home handyman when I got married. The first apartment we moved into needed a lot of refurbishing. Rooms needed stripping of wallpaper. Windows needed re-glazin...

Bingo-Lingo'

I used to take my kids to the fair every weekend.

Bingo-Lingo “ Come-on-now-ladees-n-gents, one-or-two-more-players-before-we-start. Up-down-side-to-side-corner-to-corner-your-four-corners. Slope-to-the-left, slope-to-the-right. Take-a-seat, rest-your-feet, and-have-a-game-of-Bingo!” Toddlers in tow, holding hands, hours to kill, fairground bound. Beach to splash, gulls will cry, chips on knees, cherry pops. Swing and slide, 'Venture Park, “ingo, Dad,” Bingo calls. Hands...

Anonymous

Cursed

William, age 7

He crept into the room quietly. Curiosity caught the better of him and he wanted to see the little princess that the castle was raving about. The room was dark and the crib stood alone in the moonlight. He heard rumors about her beauty, the charm in her eyes and the golden color of her hair. Even luck was on her side for as of yet, the mark of the cursed wasn’t on her. He tiptoed up to the crib and peered over the edge. S...

El Pequeño Cocodrilo Peludo (The Little Furry Crocodile)

A children’s story and relevant exercises to help teach basic math and social skills.

This unit emphasizes intuitive reasoning with fractions and proportions. It also illustrates how to perform mental computations by simplifying problems. Lastly, it explores the notions of compassion and empathy. All the characters in the story are dogs. If pictures are available of Yorkshire Terriers, Labradors, Poodles, and Pit Bulls they can be shown to children as the story’s characters are introduced. Several discussi...