Christmas

This year my handsome 11 year old gave my first Christmas present in the form of this poem.

By: Christian Ortega

On Christmas all is well, all is fine,
Everybody’s happy, everybody’s kind.
The family comes together, the family celebrates
As all the time all the wait
Has passed along, passed away
For Christmas time and Christmas Day
Have come along to celebrate.

Come all, come eat
Enjoy the food, enjoy the feast
Have seconds, have thirds,
Drink water, drink soda,
Just fill your belly, quench your thirst.

Unwrap the presents, you go first,
I got a toy, I got a shirt.
What did you get?

It is very late, it is time to go to bed
For Christmas time and Christmas Day
Have come along and gone away.

On this day

Come and sit
I insist,
all today with common ground
at this table
feast abound,
pilgrims genesis
our delight,
with gratitude,
celestial latitude,
in one accord
our hearts we bind,
before creator
humbly bow,
then to your right
and to your left
embrace your neighbor,
embrace a friend,
Amen;
Now pass me a piece
of pumpkin pie.

Potty training

Barely three
Small and sweet,
Today he discovered
The toilet seat
And for every visit
A victory,
Gimme five
He demands.
I hope soon he’ll learn
To wash his hands.

Finches

Chirping;
Colored feathered
flying fancy,
ground prancing,
tree dancing,
devouring fruits
plump and juicy.

Please be beautiful
in my neighbors tree.

Color

A fathers pride in his children is inherent, but when his child follows in his footsteps; Speechless. Here is a poem by Christian.


Color is everywhere
From old TV shows
To any rainbow in the sky
Color is everywhere

You can see color
On the ants
Some are red
Some are black

You can see color
On the people
Red and yellow
Black and white

Color is everywhere

No matter what your favorite color
Blue
Red
Yellow
Green
Purple
Pink
On a flag
Or on your shirt
Color is everywhere

As you’re eating that apple
Applying mascara
Mixing chemicals
Or even cutting wood with a power saw
Color is everywhere

Although you may not notice
A million different colors
From the brightest to the dullest
From the lightest to the darkest

Color is everywhere
And I'm so glad it is.

Words witout

Wat if englis did not ave a letter between g and i.
Ten we would ave roosters and ens, te ens would give us eggs tat we could eat wit am and as brown.
Our ouse would be in ialea, it would ave a batroom wit matcing is and ers towels.
If you did not want a wole gallon of milk, you would ave to buy alf a gallon.
Bees would produce oney, umming birds would eat it, umans eat ot dogs and amburgers wen tey are ungry but ealt food nuts would eat wole oney weat bread.
On our eads we would ave air and five fingers on our ands.
We would feel wit our eart, tink wit our brain, eat wit our mout, cew wit our teet.
Cars wit four weels, cowboys on a orse, ball players try to get its from the pitcer.
The weater man would report tunder storms wit ail and sowers but tomorrow will be brigt and ot, urricane next week.
Everyone would speak on teir cell pones and cildren would go to scool to learn from teir teacer wo would give tem lots of omework.
We would all sing te national antem, appy birtday to you and for Cristmas, Angels we ave eard on ig.
Wat orror to ear te owling of a wolf on olloween nigt, wile nearby an owl wit er all familiar oot-oot.
Soon after comes tanksgiving and ten our Jewis friends celebrate Canuka, meanwile te politically correct stores and malls ang up generic signs tat read appy olidays.
In sort, a world wit out tat mytical encanting letter would be trown a tunder.
Lol, ow ysterically ilarious.
So, let us not take for granted tat most umble of all letters in our alpabet.
Tree ceers for te missing letter;
IP-IP:
URRAY!
IP-IP:
URRAY!
IP-IP:
URRAY!

This rose.

For you;
with all the love
a grateful heart
can muster.

Fall

A cool wind is coming,
the painter divine
splashing the canvas
with the glory of autumn
and for us he prepares
a bed made of leaves,
to share and to love
under the stars,
making complete
the masterpiece.

The Sparrow

A sparrow came into my room
through a crack in the wall.
On her beak,
she had a ray of light
with the intensity of a thousand suns.
Longing to keep her for myself,
I set a snare to capture her.
But try as I may
she got away
back through the crack in the wall,
leaving me in the dark,
I feel so cold and alone.
Yet, I know the sparrow belongs to the sky
free to spread her wings and fly,
to share her light with the universe.
She is the reason the stars light up the night.
She is the reason I keep looking up.

The first time

Last night was a first,
for you and me
the first time.

Orange ball over the horizon
piercing the clouds
shimmering the waves,
we fell in love.

Our first moonrise.

Last night was our first,
one of many.

Our-first kiss,
first time we embrace,
first time we make love,
first time we wake up,
first time we fight,
first time we make up…

For the rest of our days,
for the rest of our nights
the first time.

All dressed in white

Yes;
The answer is yes.
Don’t ask me again,
just kiss me
and we’ll never end…

Moon

Last night you where looking at the moon,
even though the distance keeps us apart,
last night you where looking at the moon.
I know this because I was also looking at the moon
and in her I saw the reflection of your face
with a bright smile shinning down on me.
Last night you where looking at the moon,
so was I
and I fell in love.

Tears of the heart

If you have never heard a heart cry,
come;
Listen to the beat of mine.
Then you will realize
how much I truly miss you.