A bedtime story for Charissa...

A Mouse In The House

There is a mouse in the house…
I said to my friend,
And here is a story…
Of making amends!

The saga began
On a mid-winter day,
I set out a trap…
In the usual way.

Now…I’m not a cranky,
Angry old hag…
But he gnawed a big hole
In my favorite bag!

Ate the middle right out
Of three loaves of bread…
Then munched a big hole
In Teddy Bear’s head!

He didn’t stop there,
If only he had…
I might not have gotten
So gosh darn mad!

The cheesecake for brunch,
He adorned with his feet…
Then he danced on the chair
Decorating the seat!

I nailed shut the door,
To his tiny abode,
Not knowing…of course,
That no one was home!

Far from discouraged,
As I hoped he would be…
He decided to sleep
In my bed…with me !

Deep in the midst
Of a wonderful dream
I sensed an intruder…
And started to scream.

My eyes opened wide
And what did I see?
Two tiny brown eyes
Staring at me!

He stood on the tip
Of my quivering nose...
In his white fluffy cap
And teensy bedclothes.

I lay there in fear
Awaiting his bite…
Instead he just ran,
With all of his might.

In a flash he was gone
I couldn’t find where…
But under the covers
He’d left a note there.

A truce he proposed…
With one small concession,
I must let him live…
Among my possessions.

I considered his offer,
I admit with disdain…
But then I conceded,
It was time for a change.

So I drug out my dollhouse
And dusted if off…
I cleaned all the floors
And made the bed’s soft.

I then put a sign
On the tiny front door…
"Come home Mr. Mouse",
This I implore!

Soon he moved in
And low and behold…
Best buddies we’ll be
Until we’re both old.

Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved

Gentle Dreams

There is a place
That’s so devine.
It’s warm and happy
All the time.

The grass is soft
And green and lush,
A gentle breeze
Moves through the brush.

The sun shines bright
Every day…
When last it stormed
Who can say.

Ocean waves
Roll slowly in
Revealing now…
A dolphin fin.

Children dance
And sing and play,
And laugh that
Special childlike way.

When nighttime comes
The stars appear,
Though darkness reigns
There is no fear.

Few find this place
And so it seems…
Perhaps it’s only
In our dreams.

So close those eyes
And let it come…
Your passport to…
The land of sun.

Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved.

Ode to Summer...

I know it's 100 degrees outside...but I have begun to notice the signs lately...of impending seasonal change. In the air...just a hint of fall. The trees beginning to droop, preparing for that annual surrender, children getting ready for school...so many things. I so love summer...and I so hate to see it go... so...

Goodbye My Friend

Days still long and gentle,
In the offing…signs from afar.
Summer sun is fading…
Autumn door…now stands ajar.

In the goodbye month of August
Come the warnings all too clear.
The air so subtly changing…
From the time I hold so dear.

Hint of fall now on the breeze…
I treasure every day.
Winds of change blow through the trees
Moving silently this way.

Soon…and very soon…
A chill will find my soul.
And settling there
To my despair…
Will leave its winter cold.

Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved.