I'm A Wanna Be( #1)

I wanna be a great artist

And paint just like Monet.

I wanna be so creative

And make things every day,

Like clothes and scarfs and hats galore,

Pictures and paintings and so much more.

I wanna be so good at these

And do it with such ease.

I wanna be a great mom

And give them all that’s best.

I wanna be patient, kind

And loving, and never be a mess,

Like when I lose my temper or have to discipline,

When I’d rather just be their friend.

I wanna be so good at this

And be their every wish.

I wanna be a great wife

And do everything.

I wanna take care of him

And please him all his days.

Like when he’s tired coming home from work,

And doesn’t want more stress.

I wanna please my husband

And clean up after his mess.

I wanna be a great Christian

And be good for all my days.

I wanna be an example

And show His beautiful ways,

Like do good deeds, go on missions,

Spread His word, make good decisions.

I wanna do what will please

And make Him proud of me.

I wanna be a great citizen

And help all over the world.

I wanna be someone who helps

Each boy and little girl,

Like the hungry, tired and meek and poor,

All those who need so much more.

I wanna help wherever I can

All over the world and in our wonderful land.

I wanna be so much more

Than I can ever be.

I wanna do everything

That my heart can see,

Like these above but I never can

And instead I sit and hold my hands.

I wanna be so much more than these

But most of all, with me I want to be pleased.

The Great Big Thing

THE GREAT BIG THING

By K. Horgan McLain

           

Do you like to measure things? Aidan did. He loved to measure things so much that he even had is very own measuring tape. And boy did he use that tape measure as much as he could!

Aidan measured the windows in his bedroom. He measured how tall his bed was and how high his ceiling was. He measured the pictures on the wall and the width of the table. He would measure things both big and small, like the fingers on his hand and the length of his legs. Aidan measured everything he knew including how big the clouds were and how small the bugs were. He measured the stars and the moon. He measured flowers and trees and houses and bees. He measured the beach and he measured the mountains. You just couldn’t stop Aidan from measuring wherever he went.

But then Aidan came along something he didn’t know. All he knew was that he wanted to measure it. It was so warm and lovely he just couldn’t resist, but it was really big. So, Aidan got out his measuring tape and started to measure the size of this thing. He pulled his tape out all the way but that wasn’t enough. So Aidan went and got another measuring tape from his room, where he had quite a few since he loved measuring so much. He pulled that tape measure out all the way and still wasn’t done measuring this great big, pretty thing. So he got three rulers from his room and lined those up with the two measuring tapes but he still didn’t know the size of this thing.

Aidan got sad because he couldn’t finish measuring it, but what was it that made it sooooo big? Aidan’s mommy came by and saw that Aidan was sad and stopped to see what is wrong.

“Why do you look so sad, Aidan,” she asked. “Because, mommy, I’m trying to measure this great big thing but I don’t have enough measuring tapes and rulers to finish because it is just so large!” Aidan said in a small, sad little voice. “Silly boy,” exclaimed Aidan’s mommy, “Do you know what that is?” Aidan shook his head no. “My sweet child, this is something so big that goes on forever and ever and ever and you will never be able to measure it because even all the tape measurers and rulers and yardsticks in the world will never get to the end of this thing. It just goes on and on. Would you like to know what this great big thing is?” asked Aidan’s mommy. Aidan nodded his head yes eagerly. With a bright smile and a tight hug Aidan’s mommy said “This great big thing is my love for you. It can never be measured and it can never be made smaller and it will always be growing bigger and bigger. No matter what you do or where you go, it will always be vast and large and will always get bigger.” When she finished explaining this to Aidan, she looked at her son with a warm, loving smile and Aidan was happy.

For That I Am Blessed - a poem

A little poem I started last night when I couldn't sleep... It stuck with me and I put it down on paper today. For that am blessed...

FOR THAT I AM BLESSED

All the boys are sleeping

But I am wide awake.

I guess drinking caffeine

Was just a big mistake.

My mind is going in circles

Thinking about my to-do list.

All the chores and errands…

And that list is making me pissed.

Not because I have a list,

For that I am blessed.

I’m honored to be of service

To my houseful of little pests.

But the list is going on and on

And over and over in my head

When all I want to do is shut my eyes

And fall asleep in my messy bed!

Now there is one more problem

And that is the loud snoring.

It’s next to me as I lie in bed

And through my head it is boring.

Again, I’m not mad because the snoring is there

For that I am blessed as well

To have a sweet husband by my side

Even with his dirty feet smell.

But the snoring just keeps reminding me

That SOMEONE in this world can sleep

While I lay here wide awake once more

Wishing I didn’t hear a peep.

A peep, for that matter

Is driving me crazy!

The house is peeping and creeking and shifting

The noise it is amazing!

I know, I have a home

And for that I am blessed

To have a roof over our head

And 10 rooms that are a mess.

But the noises are deafening

While I lie here trying to dream

And listen to sounds a house makes

When it needs a good clean.

I could keep going on, you know,

With all that’s churning in my mind.

All the lack of sleep

Is sure to leave me blind.

I have learned a great message,

And for that I am blessed

To learn the good out of the bad

Will make me my best.

But the lesson learned

Is what keeps me most awake:

I guess drinking caffeine
Was just a big mistake.

The Tambourine Prince

THE TAMBOURINE PRINCE

The Tambourine Prince is a musician at heart.

He likes to play music,

He likes to make art.

“But there’s just one problem” said his friends so sadly,

“You are not very good. You play quite badly.”

But the Tambourine Prince wouldn’t give up.

He started with sand blocks, the triangle and such.

He wanted to spread music and make people smile.

He wanted to bring joy across all the miles,

But the odds were against him.

It was looking quite grim.

Until one day he realized

It’s not how he played for others that mattered.

It’s what he hears in his heart, what makes it pitter patter.

And that was the day he became the Tambourine Prince.

When he realized that music came from inside

Inside his soul, his heart, his spirit.

And that is the day that others wanted to hear it.

So the Tambourine Prince, now he wears a crown.

A crown that is so special and silver and round.

This crown is a tambourine, so shiny and bright.

The sides are of wood and the top is quite white.

When he puts on his crown and picks up a flute

Or tuba, guitar

Or drum to boot!

He makes beautiful music that everyone hears,

And they listen and dance.

When he stops there are cheers!

But there is magic you know

With his tambourine crown.

When he plays a new instrument he pops all around.

He goes to a new town, or village or city.

Those instruments take him to places quite pretty.

And he plays his music up high or down low,

In the sky

on the ground

on a boat

what a show!

He sees new mountains

New rivers

New sunsets

Every time he beats on his very own drum set.

The ocean gets bluer or warmer or greener

When he picks up an instrument

be it bassoon, saxophone or symbols, you see now?

So now his friends tell him he’s magical, wonderful, amazing!

But he doesn’t care. He knows it’s just praising.

But what a gift to spread joy and music from the heart,

It’s a cinch!

And amazing things do happen when you are a Tambourine Prince.