Patience

My toddler is two with the terrible twos having set-in months ago....


Patience

by Becca Brown

I tug and pull at mommy’s skirt.
I like to play and roll in dirt.
I throw my food down on the floor.
When are we there? And I want more!

I hide popsicles in the couch.
I have a fit when I’m a grouch.
I wear my sandals all year long.
My blankie always comes along.

I put spaghetti in my hair.
I scream in public; I don’t care.
I squirt dad with the water hose.
Why do I have to blow my nose?

I will not wear my winter coat.
I push all buttons on remotes.
I bang the keys while mommy writes.
What does it mean to be polite?

“You test my patience,” mommy said,
but I just like to see her red.

Germarikin

Our family travels to Germany once or twice a year to visit Matty's Oma and Opa (grandma and grandpa in English). We are flying out soon; and in anticipation of that trip, I've written this short poem about Matty's heritage.

Germarikin

by Becca Brown

America's where mommy's from,

and daddy has von Deutschland come.

That makes me a Germarikin:

half German, half American.