X, Y, and Z

Letters degrade into literary Xerosis  

Skies fade to Yellow
As I finish
Not with a Zing
but with a dull thud.
BaZinga!!

A To Z Challenge 2016

What a Zany Ride!

A Child's Words...Everyday Poetry

I see frog eggs
Love frog eggs
Love frogs
Hear them sing
Let's catch them

They need more water
I'll use the bucket
Where do frogs go at night?
Listen!  I hear one
If we catch them
We eat the legs
But not the eggs
I want more frogs

Last day of school
Snacks were good
No school after tomorrow
I can play

The water got me
It's cold
From the spring?
I can drink it

It splashes
The water tickles
Did you eat the fish?

Gonna work here
You pick up sticks
Got to water the frogs
So they grow
I'm wet
I could eat supper now

For Everyday Poetry at dVerse~Poets Pub

my "sticks" after the storm

Through A Child's Eyes

Z, the youngest grand, was sent home from school Tuesday because his cheeks were rosy.  No fever but to return to school we had to visit the doctor.

I could tell he was nervous so we read a few books during our wait.  We did weigh because Z has been saying he weighed six pounds confusing the concept of weight with age.  The nurse showed him the numbers but not sure if he's convinced yet.  Fifty one pounds is not six pounds.

What do you do when a nervous non-sick child is in the doctor's office?  Well, I handed him my camera and the time passed quickly.

 He covered the entire office

He practiced saying, "Awwww"

Funny faces, rolling stools

 and many self portraits

 

Sink,
hand,
face,
hand
and legs
on exam table

And the wonderful doctor who agreed with an old lady who has seen many child rashes in her life time. No reason to send him home.  No fever. The camera was a great "toy" and 136 pictures later Z is released to return to school. I sincerely believe rosy cheeks were the result of running in sunshine.