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A toddler eating chocolate bunnies while making them with their mom and dad in the kitchen

Where Did Those
Hopping Bunnies Go?

These bunnies are so funny.
These bunnies sure hop around.
I'm in the kitchen with my mommy
Making marshmallow and chocolate bunnies.
But when they get popped out of their molds
They don't do what they are told.
They hop around and in no time at all
They just up and disappear.
I have to keep making me bunnies as they be a disappearing right here
(in me mommy and daddy's tummies).
To get us a stack to keep it might take us all year
Because for sure they hop around and in no time at all
They disappeared, that is clear.

There's Egg

There's egg
So much egg
All over my face
There's egg
So much egg
All over the place
We may have messed up
But we aren't ready to cleanup
Chocolate egg on your face
As an eggy face that is great

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Little Bunny Line

Here are my little bunnies

They are marching

In a little line.

They told me they are doing just fine.

I lined them up on Easter

When the Bunny Came Around.

And as bunnies have lots of bunnies

I hope my line lasts all year.

Don't worry bunnies,

You are marching to a little drum,

The one in my tum.

I wonder do chocolate bunnies multiply

When a kid drums them to tummy time?

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Cinco de Mayo

My "Sinkie" Day

It's time to get out my marchis, Dad.

No, my dear — those are maracas.

They are awesome shakers.

We will be dancing and having joy fill our soul.

When we go out, music and bright colors are all around.

The family is gathered at the table

celebrating Sinkie de Mayo.

No, love — it is Cinco de Mayo.

Sometimes words are heard wrong,

but loving and being with family

is the best by far.

There come the tookos.

Love, here are your tacos.

Gosh — another one wrong.

Words are still being rough.

Time to shake my Marchies!

No, love — maracas.

Geez, when will I get it right?

I got a kiss on my cheek and Dad's grin.

Love you, Daddy.

The important ones I know.

A Taste of the
Ballet Folklórico.

Dressed in all black he came to the stage.

Across from him stood a lady

dressed in red and green —

a layered dress,

with shoes as black as his clothes.

And then started the drums,

followed by a line of flutes.

They started with Son Jarocho

and kept going into the night

and the Concheros.

Ballet is not just done with swans on a lake.

This is instead a taste of Ballet Folklórico.

Fifth of May

It's the Fifth of May — time for Sinkie.

No, love — Cinco de Mayo.

And he sat me down and said —

When brave people stand their ground,

when others said they could not win,

that is something to remember.

When they stood for home and friend,

courage was bigger than numbers.

Pride ran through every spine.

Standing ground despite greater numbers —

that is something that matters.

And at times it doesn't matter

that the numbers are fewer

when a home is at stake.

We celebrate this strength

that is within us all.

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Mother's Day

Long, Long Day

All week long mom must go away,

making a long, long day.

A very long, long day.

I miss mom every day,

as it's a very long, long day —

a too long, but it's okay.

I play at the daycare,

hands up and in the air

and I play most the day.

It's a fun, fun day.

But Saturday is the best, best day,

the best day of every week

Not cause of toonies

or sleeping till noonies —

but because Mom and me play,

and that makes the week a'okay.

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Mother's Hugs are Best Hugs of Love

Mother, when I hold you I feel so bold,

because you hold me up as the ages go.

I'm not sure I remember the first time

you held me close without worry,

but I do know from then on I felt secure.

Your scent is in me like the air.

Your scent is on my teddy bear.

Mother, when you smile I smile too.

Mother, when you frown I hate I let you down —

I know you do it for you love me.

Mother, your heart is in me like music.

Mother, your heartbeat is in my teddy.

I hold tight all night.

Momma, we were little — it seemed so long ago.

A little bear I wished I kept.

But when I hold you I hear the beat

and understand something great.

The best hug is always the last hug,

as your heartbeat remains better than a bear's.

Art of
My Sweet Little Dear

School, school to learn the rules.

Math, math — I want someone to take it back.

Art, art — how I love to start.

I decorate the fridge and I see my mom's delight.

She touches the paintings and her hands tap her neck.

Food, food — Mom's good food.

Even when it's burnt, it's Mom's great food.

Better than school's rules,

where math, math can be taken back.

But art, art — gotta make Momma art.

It's Mother's Day soon and I'll make it special.

Doesn't matter to her

even when I just scribbled —

it was my gift, it was my start.

And I continued, for her smile let me know to start.

Mom, I hope you like it.

I've gone past scribbles, even if I still fail the line,

but I'll get there given more time.

And I'll make a painting you keep on the wall —

and you know I started wherever you are.

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Train Day

Chugga Chugga
Choo

Chugga chugga choo choo —
who knew it was time to celebrate trains!

Chagga chegga choo choo,
around and around we go on the rails.

Someone blow the whistle.

Someone take the tickets.

Now here comes someone to stow my baggage overhead.

And in a bunch of clicks the smoke went up in the air —
we were flying without a care,

going out on the tracks and dancing in the air.

The train passed by towns and trees

and it was a long, long time.
We ate in the dining car
and then nighttime came along.

We went to a cabin with a drop-down
that showed off bunks nestled inside.
I was in the top bunk

and Sissy was down below.

And in the morning we ate again in the dining car.

We went across the world, I think,
but our town was announced
and in the station we found our grandparents.

I know it is a great trip —
as we get to go back later.

A train rises up and up a bank of clouds where on either side sheep cross over picket fen

The Dream Train

Time to join the dream train
That takes us far away into adventures.

Where the track is fluffy clouds
and to the left and right
there are fields of sheep
crossing over a double set of picket fences.

And up we go, faster and faster,
as more sheep jump the line,
lifting up into the fluffy clouds

Where dreams dance together

And we become what we in general love.

Up and up we kept on going
and then the engineer shifts through the stars.

Will we go under the sea and be a fish in full or half?

Will we go up top and see white fluffy sails?

Search a land for a forgotten treasure?

Maybe we will be in a different financial venture.

Or when we hit the big city
will we become a rockstar, actor, or other celebrity?

Maybe we will go further
into the lands of fantasy.

But wherever we land we will fall back from through the stars,

second to the right, bank a left, sunrise comes far too fast.

To Look Forward

Before the steam,
a horse pulled a cart
across a set of iron rails —
making lighter work and a known need.

So 1800 came an invention of steam.
A forward-thinking prince pushed for great things

for an inventor needing the backing and faith

to keep going up and forward.

George Stephenson made more steps
and plowed ahead to a public rail.

But were these the first of rails?
Corinth, Greece, in 600 BC.

But the speed, the strength,

the distance beyond a horse's strength
made a web of iron and steam connecting us.

And with more forward thoughts
we came into the land
with more and more speed and strength —
375 miles per hour,

going far higher again than motor cars
capping nowadays at 140 miles.

Flying the rails keeps on going
from station to station.

And who knows how much speed can be gained if we keep on thinking forward? As many times it was said... this is as fast as it can get but with thoughts going forward things got faster again and again.