Ace is ready for a real horse, or a pony, or a unicorn. Yeah, I think she wants a unicorn. I'd totally go for a pegasus, but that's just me.
Today Ace and Zee's PaPa (grandpa) stopped by for a visit. When he walked in Zee excitedly said, "HEY, I know you! You're that birthday boy from the party last night!" You see, yesterday we celebrated PaPa's birthday with a sushi lunch followed by cupcakes and playing at a park. It was obviously memorable, and Zee had so much fun he gave himself a nap afterward.
On a recent trip from St. Louis to Portland, I was inspired by the bird's eye view of the Kansas landscape. I was surprised by the mixed emotions from what I saw and the way my imagination spun from discrete images. As someone who loves farm life, but hasn't lived it full time, the surprise came from leaving the joy of that way of life and latching onto unrest.
These are a series of separate ideas that I'm trying to link into a single poem. I have attempted to sequence them in a way makes sense, but I'm not sure it works. Any ideas are appreciated.
As I stepped out of the shower, grabbing for the towel, Zee runs in to investigate (because no momma I know gets to shower with the door locked, even when her husband is home).
When kids leap quickly, how do we know if they really looked at lightning speed, or just bypassed looking all together?