By: Teri A. Murray

Early Mornings Torment me so Why my kids do this to me I do not know

The begging the screaming – how could this be? Oh wait that’s not the kids…its me.

“Cherish these times, they grow so fast” Really, than why do I feel that this just lasts and lasts

So now I’ll return to my life of not so perfect tranquility as I try to compose myself to deal with the day with a certain civility

Or maybe I’ll go back to bed…

Story Tags: poem || poetry || Teri Murray

By: John E. Murray, III

Kindergarten starts today.

I am ready.

New people and places.

Don’t need my teddy.

Enjoy learning new things.

Story Tags: John E. Murray III || kindergarten || poem || poetry

By: John E. Murray, III

Up, up, and away from

The newly formed layers of concrete Into the cushy pillows of little sleep.

Up, up, and away from

The familiar phases of dark and light Into the soft glows of the pulsing spark.

Up, up, and away from

Story Tags: John E. Murray III || poem || poetry

By: John E. Murray, III

Reaching for rest,

Stretching for sanity,

Urging for utopia.

Where to go…

What to do…

How to Feel…

Time to think…

Space to settle…

Love to lead us Home again.

Story Tags: John E. Murray III || poem || poetry

By: John E. Murray, III

Small ripples

Tiny tingling

Growing joy

Increasing anticipation…

Holding, hoping, heading

Gaining momentum…

Story Tags: John E. Murray III || poem || poetry

By: John E. Murray, III

We don’t want to leave,

We just need to go home…

We hope you understand the brevity of our stay,

It is always too short…

We hope that you will visit us,

And, stay longer next time…

Story Tags: John E. Murray III || poem || poetry

By: John E. Murray, III

I woke up early…too early…

Did I sleep OK?

I forget…

Is it nap time?

I wanted snacks and more cereal…more cereal…

Did we eat breakfast?

Story Tags: John E. Murray III || poem || poetry

By: John E. Murray, III

What are we talking about?

It is too early to rise…

What are we talking about?

I am tired, please call again later…

What are we talking about?

OK, I am up…

Story Tags: John E. Murray III || poem || poetry

By: John E. Murray, III

What time does it have to be

For you to be too late?

What is late any who?

I was late again for time I didn’t even know I had…

I was late again for a time I didn’t even know existed.

Is it too late to go back again?

Story Tags: John E. Murray III || poem || poetry

By: John E. Murray, III

Where have you gone

My pleasant and pleasurable song?

Where have you moved during the afternoon of my youth,

When you settled in to calm and soothe?

Your anticipated days approached too slowly

As our bodies continued growing...

Story Tags: John E. Murray III || poem || poetry