Ocean City, Maryland

Ocean City, Maryland

When mermaids–laughing, young, and sweet–
Shift from flippers to ten-toed feet,
Beware of smiles that lure you there–
Of rosy cheeks and curly hair.
For they won’t stay that way for long,
And all you’ll keep is their sweet song.

Hiding Spaces

Baltimore, Maryland

Baltimore, Maryland


I find you in all kinds of places,
Cozy, little, hiding spaces.
Cornered with your little schemes–
Mischief (one of many themes).
Huddled just behind the door—
And only you can say what for.
Under beds, half awake—
Giggling on a daydream break.
Crouched inside your quiet nook–
Lost in pages of a book.
Each spot is chosen well,
But they all have a little tell.
And once found, you seem surprised,
That your secret has been compromised!

You’ll Count the Stars

Baltimore, Maryland

Baltimore, Maryland

Last night you found the moon,
A silver sliver in the sky.
You leaned against the glass,
With wonder in your eye.

Soon you’ll count the stars,
There are more than you can know.
But never let that stop you
From giving it a go!

Note to Josie: Last night, at the balcony door, you were very excited to point out the moon and name it. We are looking forward to showing you the stars when we move to the country!

Cocoa Beach

Cocoa Beach, Florida

Cocoa Beach, Florida

At Cocoa Beach, I chased the sun,
And caught it everywhere.
Like all those shuttles launched nearby,
It blasted through the air.

At Cocoa Beach, I played in sand–
Grains running through my toes.
And soon the sand was everywhere–
My hair, my ears, my nose.

At Cocoa Beach, I stood in waves,
That had a pleasant beat.
And when those waves crashed upon me–
They helped to fight the heat.

At Cocoa Beach, the day was done.
I took my pail and spade;
Walked slowly back across the beach,
And thought of how I’d played.

Note to Josie: During lunch at the Mango Tree, you charmed a woman in her seventies, who was chatty and talked about the early days of space travel and the corresponding excitement in this area of the U.S. She said that in those days, you could expect to see an astronaut and his family having dinner in a local restaurant, and that Walter Cronkite would likely be there in a corner.

The Age

Baltimore, Maryland

Baltimore, Maryland

Will she break all the laws–

This small rebel without a cause?

This is the age—

This is her turn—

To rage,

To learn.

The “twos” are now in sight,

Can we manage to do this right?

Will we stay brave?

Will we stand firm?

Or cave,

And squirm?

Mayhem might not exist,

Perhaps the angel will persist.

So we will hope,

And we will pray,

For scope,

Each day.

Sounding Out My Words

Baltimore, Maryland

Baltimore, Maryland

I’m trying out my voice,
More and more each day,
Sounding out my words,
Since I have so much to say.

“Nej” is very easy,
And I use it quite a lot,
Like when I’m asked to sit,
And I would rather not.

I shout “Olli” at one dog,
And “Da-ne” at the other.
They’re my little buddies,
My sister and my brother.

“Uh Oh” has been useful,
And Mommy knows to check,
On everything around me,
That I have made a wreck.

“This” I use the most.
It’s something of a game.
I show Mommy “this”–
And Mommy says its name.

“Bye-bye, see ya!” —
The longest phrase I know.
I use it just like now–
Whenever it’s time to go!