Here Is My Hand
Here is my hand
So tiny and small
To hang somewhere
Upon the wall
To watch as the years
Go flying by
How we grew
My hand and I.

Here is my handprint
I know you'll agree
That it's not new 
for you to see.
I've put it myself
All over the walls
On cupboards, in closets
And down all the halls.
But those you have washed
And tried to erase.
Won't you keep this one
In a very special place?


I'm Tired
I've been working so hard you just wouldn't believe,
And I'm tired!
There's so little time and so much to achieve,
And I'm tired!
I've been lying here holding the grass in its place,
Pressing a leaf with the side of my face,
Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet,
Counting the toes on a centipede's feet.
I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud,
Warning the robins to not chirp so loud,
Shooling the butterflies off the tomatoes,
Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes.
I've been supervising the work of ants
And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants,
Timing the sun to see what time it sets,
Calling the fish to swim into my nets,
And I've taken twelve  thousand and forty-one breaths,
And I'm TIRED!








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