Monday's Poem: Lady Left Behind

Lady Left Behind

I have a doll with one arm.

She's lovely, soft, and kind.

I found her in an alley.

She's Lady Left Behind.

Somebody didn't want her;

I feel that way sometimes.

I hug her tight and she hugs me,

My Lady Left Behind.

Most other dolls are perfect.

My doll and I don't mind.

I love her so and she loves me,

Dear Lady Left Behind.

                             Anne Knowles

Monday's Poem: The Ruler of Once Again

The Ruler of Once Again

for Scott

I'm learning my life

All over again,

All rough, tough,

And over again,

To get to the Place of Before.

I'm scared and I hurt

All over again,

All every new day,

All here-comes-the sun,

But here I go again.

I am the ruler,

The don't give-up ruler,

The strong, strong,

Keep-going ruler,

The Ruler of Once again.

                                Anne Knowles

Monday's Poem: Friendship

Friendship

A piece of yellow cornbread

arrived at five for tea,

in a hat of buttered honey

looking silly as could be.

My friend and I both giggled,

but politely said, "Sit down."

"I'd rather not be eaten,"

whispered Cornbread with a frown.

We really were quite hungry,

but we'd made a brand new friend.

We nibbled air, and swallowed dreams,

and had the best pretend.

                                      Anne Knowles

Monday's Poem: Papa Sled

Papa Sled

Papa Sled slides

over kitchen floor snow;

we ride on his back,

and we don't slide slow.

Papa Sled swooshes

up white frozen hills

and swings to the right.

Oops!  Sister took a spill.

Papa sled swishes

down steep, slippery hills

and leans to the left.

Oops!  Brother took a spill.

Papa sled rushes

up and down, left and right;

I'm still on the sled.

I'm hanging on tight.

Snowmama steps

over Papa Sled's head

with a steaming hot loaf

of homemade bread.

Snowmama sings,

"There's hot, creamy soup,"

and we all take our places

at the table with a "Whoop!"

                                   Anne Knowles