Windows in Heaven


I know sometimes that clouds bring rain,
in wintertime it's snow,
and spring is good because it makes
the pretty flowers grow.


I know that God is everywhere
and angels all have wings,
that dogs can't talk, and bunnies hop,
I know so many things.


But why do Daddies go away?
It makes kids and Mommies sad.
Are there windows up in Heaven?
Did I do something bad?


Mommy said it's not like that...
that children all are good.
Sometimes Daddies just can't stay
even though we wish they could.


She said Daddy loves me most of all,
not to think he doesn't care
...and he sees me from the windows...
God just needs him more up there.

My Brother's Feet



PEW!  My brother's feet are stinky
and he's hard to sit beside!
Mom makes him take his sneakers off
and leave them.  They're outside.


She really shouldn't do that.
It's not something she can hide
'cause he brings the smell right with him
on his socks and feet inside.


EWW!  That smell is really awful!
His feet must be nearby.
Gee, my brother isn't home now...
oh my gosh, it's mine!

The Grateful Stone



I have a little treasure chest
and only one thing is inside.
It’s a very special treasure
and I found it at low tide.


To me it’s really special.
I call it my grateful stone.
It showed me prayers work.
It’s a sign I’m not alone.


See, Grampa had a heart attack
while we were at the beach.
He lives so far away,
so far away and out of reach.


Mommy had her cell phone
and the doctors called her there.
When I saw my mommy cry,
I knew I had to try a prayer.


I closed my eyes and talked to God.
Please let Grampa be okay.
Don’t let Mom lose her Daddy
‘cause we can’t get there, no way.


When I opened up my eyes
and looked down on the ground,
I saw a shiny little stone,
smooth and white and oh so round.


I put it in my pocket
and I rubbed it two whole days,
praying Grampa would get better
if only God could find a way.


Then mommy’s cell phone rang.
They said Grandpa could go home ...
That's why I have a treasure chest
for my special grateful stone.

Our New Baby



We're gonna have a baby!
Daddy told me yesterday.
A baby brother or a sister,
Mommy's growing it each day.


It's right there in her tummy.
Can you see it?  It's right there ~~
I can hold my hand and feel it move
'cause Mommy doesn't care.


I wonder, does it like the things
that Mommy has to eat?
All those yucky vegetables?
All that hard to chew up meat?


I hope that it comes out of there
before I get too old ...
Uh oh, Mommy's eating ice cream!
Will that make the baby cold?

Monkey Me



Monkey see,
monkey do,
I used to want
to be one, too.


He doesn't have a bedtime.
Bet he doesn't eat green beans!
Monkeys get to play around
the whole day long, it seems.


He doesn't have to brush his teeth
or have to comb his hair.
If he had toys I'll bet his Dad
wouldn't make him have to share.


I'll bet he doesn't "scuse me"
after each and every sneeze,
and you won't hear him "thank you"
after every single "please".


But Mommy said that monkeys
don't ever watch TV ...
that's when I decided
I'd rather just stay ME.

Schlossenfuss



Poor Schlossenfuss with his hair amuss,
it always was so frizzy!
His mother couldn't help him
'cause she always was so busy.


He'd comb and comb in his room at home
but the frizzies only spread
and then got much more tangled up
by the time he went to bed.


His father rushed to buy a brush
but still without a doubt,
poor Schlossenfuss now combed AND brushed
but still they won't come out!


Poor Schlossenfuss with his hair amuss ...
we don't know what to do!
The barber says to shave it off ...
Oh no!  Should he?  Would you?

Tall and Small



When I stand next to my daddy,
I am very very small.
Next to my baby brother,
I am very very tall!


Tall ... small ... hey!
I made a rhyme!
I can be two different sizes
but I'm still me all the time!

Grampa's House



I love to go to Grampa's house.
He lives far far away.
It's hard to sit still in the car
and it takes us two whole days.


My grampa's fun is different.
He doesn't run and play,
but grampa's fun is special fun
and I love him best that way.


My grampa tells me stories
when I sit on his knee
about the games and things he did
when he was small like me.


Sometimes he takes me fishing
in a boat out on the lake.
We sing songs and then I giggle
at the bird sounds Grampa makes.


My grampa knows the names of things
like trees and plants and such.
He shares the stuff he knows with me
and I love him, oh so much.


I wish Grampa lived next door to me.
He lives so far away ...
But I love to go to Grampa's house
though it takes us two whole days.

Leon The Frog



Leon Frog met Missy Toad
upon a lily pad.
Said Missy Toad to Leon Frog,
"Why DO you LOOK so sad?"


Poor Leon said, "I'm frightened
and I have to hide somewhere!
I heard someone mumble 'frog's legs'
and I haven't a pair to spare!"


As if that wasn't bad enough,
in love, he'd no success ...
Why, the last girl frog
he kissed that week
became a princess with his kiss!


Then poor Leon took a fall
right into a barbed wire heap!
The wire took poor Leon's leg
and a wooden one replaced it, cheap.


Leon's back at home now,
fake leg strapped to his rump.
If you listen closely, you'll hear
Hop-THUMP, Hop-THUMP, Hop-THUMP.