Fly (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on falling and missing the ground

Little Johnny jumped into the air

Yet gravity had other ideas

Chef (an acrostic poem)

Cooking the lights out every night was her goal in life

Harvesting awesome flavors from every ingredient she touched

Extreme foodies would travel from halfway around the world to sample her dishes

Focusing on that dream, the six-year-old watched her mom boil water

Poke (an acrostic poem)

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Pushing her to her limit

Only she couldn’t react

Knowing it would just encourage him

Except he was so cute when his pudgy toddler finger pushed her tummy and he squeaked …

Pile (an acrostic poem)

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Putting more things on the other things

It kept getting taller and taller

Letting him get more and more excited

Except when it all came crashing down and down when Mom came in

Beard (an acrostic poem)

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Been yanking on his face hairs since she was a wee little babe

Every day was a repeat of the last, and he loved every minute of it

And yet, one day she decided she was too old to do it anymore

Reaching for his own face hairs, he gave them a tug

Damn that hurt.  It just wasn’t the same.

Weight (an acrostic poem)

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What seemed so light moments before threatened to pull her down into the depths of despair

Every time it happened it took so much strength to try to pick up the pieces and try to move on

It was no use. She broke.

Giving way to the gravity of it all, she sunk to the floor

Her eyes teared up, the heavy drops of water falling

They were children!

Ration (an acrostic poem)

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Reaching into the sack, he handed his daughter a small potato

And her look of disappointment hurt his heart so much

That was the best he could do, at least she would have something in her tummy tonight

If he could do more, he would

Only if he gave her more now, she would go without later that week

Now to bully his hunger into being quiet until he got her to bed

Corner (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t stand being put in one when she was young

Objecting to the degrading idea of facing the epitome of a box

Realizing she never wanted to be inside that construct ever again

Now she does her own thing while society fiddles and burns

Energized knowing she is living her best life

Regretting that the rest of humanity decided not to follow her and stayed in the …

Hop (an acrostic poem)

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How many bunnies would she see in the morning?

Or maybe baby chicks wandering the yard

Perhaps she would see neither, but their chocolate and jellybean relics will remain

Edge (an acrostic poem)

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Eager to push her buttons

Denise kept asking her mommy why

Giving her mommy the gift of a headache and a short-fused temper

Eventually, after fifteen more whys, the temper exploded