©1994 Susan Noyes Anderson, The Funny Side of Parenthood, Meadowbrook Press My little boys are growing up. The baby’s five-foot-three! It’s great, but must they take such pride in looking down on […]
[…]to my core. I’ll not ignore your freedom. No more torment. Take sweet freedom and be happy, funny, bright, insightful you. I want you to. And me? I’ll make it work. I’ll make it through. For more of my poems on death, loss and grieving, click […]
[…]Lollipops My eyes are all red, and my nose is all runny. The words that I say sound a little bit funny. My ears are plugged up, and my throat’s kinda scratchy. The skin on my cheeks looks all reddish and patchy. My forehead is hot, but I feel kinda […]
[…]where everything falls up and down, topsy turvy, like some crazy ride so you’re feeling all funny and tickly inside and you want it to end, but in some way you don’t then your mom says that you’d better stop, but you won’t? Well that’s just what happens to me […]
[…]he was young, and he makes up his own stories. Boo! Sometimes they are scary; sometimes they are funny, but always they’re worth listening to. He gives you a high-five when you hit the ball and a back slap when you’ve grounded out. He watches recitals and plays and ballets with no more […]