A Daughter’s Dance by Alyssa Grace

She flies across the wooden sea
Her little hands move lithe and free
A graceful step, your wings descend
How could we know your dance would end?

Our eyes were yours to keep until
Beneath the stage, your dance was still.
And now she flies on a stage of white
Her turns are flawless, her face alight.

Where once we watched and guarded you
We feel your eyes through panes of blue
And there above the clouded sky
We know our swan will ever fly.

"Roller Coaster Brain" to Joe

Some kids have brains like a country road,winding long, soothing and slow,
with lots of time to think and see, the flowers and birds and trees that grow.
Some kids have brains like a super speed freeway, straight and smooth with no stops at all,
Thoughts flying fast as a sporty red car, always in gear not wanting to stall.
Some kids have brains like a bumpy back alley with dust flying everywhere.
Jostling ideas into scrambled up notions, making it hard to get anywhere.

All of these brains are exceptionally unique; each one has a different way
of getting ideas from one place to another, transporting our thoughts everyday.
But some kids have brains like a roller coaster, with rickety clickety tracks,
And once they are on it’s hard to get off, and their brain takes a ride to the max!

At first as the brain-coaster-train inches up, creaking as slowly it climbs,
it’s rider says, “Hey, this is way too much work and it’s taking a very long time!
I can’t see the top, there’s no end at all and the people down there look so small.
They don’t understand how it feels on this ride. I’m frightened and what if I fall?”

Some riders may cower way down in their seats, some riders may even scream.
Some choose to jump off of the brain-coaster train before the reward the have seen.

For at the top of the hill the brain gives a thrill as it’s rider prepares for the plunge,
but waiting to drop the brain-train my stop to take in the view as you lunge.
Then down with the speed of a hundred fast horses your brain couldn’t stop if it tried.
Each rider’s heart leaps at the joy and the ease as the train coasts as if it could fly.

“What’s this?” asks the rider, “it can’t possibly be,
a curve on the track, why we’ve got to turn back!”

“And there up ahead,” you shout in your head, “a loop maybe fifty feet high!
I can’t go on that, take me back! Take me back!” But coaster brains never reply.

They’re busy, I tell you, taking you places that some children never go,
For the road your brain uses simply infuses all routes together, you know.
So bumpy and smooth, calm and then speedy your brain-coaster-train gets you there.
It’s not the same as some other kids’ brain; the way that you think is quite rare.

And with some practice and practice and practice in time, you’ll get used to the uphill climb,
And thrill at the top after all of the work, for the view from up high is quite fine.
You’ll learn how to buckle up tight as you soar down the track at a might fast pace,
And when through the loops as you twist and you swoop, confusion will turn into grace.

At last the train slow and heads for the station; rails squealing and nearing the end,
but before you relax, take a look at the tracks and see just where you have been.
And muster your strength and breathe really deep for just when you think you will stop,
the brain-coaster train starts a-movin’ again, heading straight for the top.

Oh how I wish as I watch the train start, that there was room for two!
I’d hold your hand and cover your eyes and shield you from the view.
But a brain-coaster-train, just like everyone’s brain, is occupied only by one,
so I’ll blow you kisses and watch from afar, waiting until you are done.

Dedicated to the thousands of children with autisum spectrum disorders and to their parents who cheer them on.

for a rainy day

Editorial Comic. Topic - "Safe Sex"

Drum Set for Sale

$229.00 with instruction books included. This set was purchased at Chesbro for $369.00 2 years ago. Becca took about 3 lessons before we remodeled her bedroom and didn't have the space for the drums.

Emily's New Art

Puppy Love




Emily Really wants to ride a subway!

Dr.Who Original Hottie

The Pearl

He lay within the bottemless depths,
a hardened shell full closed.
No pain nor danger enter in,
nor treasure could unfold.

Until one day the will of God,
permitted in one grain of sod.
Knawning at the soul 'til it,
gave way to God and did submit.

The sore; engulfed in selfish flesh
ne'er to be erased,
For this small piece of agony,
the sufferer had embraced.

And only when he shares himself,
unclamps his fears and pride,
Can sods of sorrow come to be,
the pearl that waits inside.

Guess the Mess

Okay, here is the ultimate rhyme for the ultimate baby shower game. Grab some candy bars and baby diapers and you are good to go. Here are the messes you must guesses:

Baby let it go; an all out non-stopper,
Daddy took a look and said, “Mama that’s a WHOPPER!”

Babies are so cute you know, the charm just never ceases
Until you look below and see those tiny Reese’s Pieces.

Gimmie a break, would ya look at that!
This diaper is full of what looks like Kit Kat.

Babies favorite or so it would seem;
End’s up being Cookies and Cream.

Each new surprise at least 5 times out of 6,
Show’s up in his diaper as an awful TWIX!

When diaper duty brings you to tears,
It’s time to get help from the 3 Musketeers.

Solid foods will change your day;
You’ll long for the times of the Milky Way.

Baby will grow, he’ll get bigger and bigger,
And with each diaper change you’ll either cry or Snicker.

Constipation is the baby way,
They hold it in till the big Pay Day!

Some smells just go on, the linger and linger,
But nothing smells worse than a Butter Finger.

Babies make the most unusual sounds,
Which means they are busy making MOUNDS!

The grocery bill will empty your wallet
And all you’ll get is a Whatchamacallit.

Dad’s turn at the changing, but what’s that smell-o?
Baby left daddy a gooey Carmello.

Little angels sent from above
Leaving their peace in the form of a Dove.

So precious and sweet your new little boy,
You’ll be telling your friends “He’s Almond Joy.”

Sketch of Sam I Am

Everything in her imaginiation

More from Emily

Emily's Art

I will be posting more of Emily's art on this blog. I haven't time to rhyme. We will be putting together her portfollio for college. She is becoming more interested in editorial art and will explore more of this her senior year as page editor or her yearbook staff. Here are a few of my favorites to start.

Puppy in Training

Wet kisses
wiggle tail
yips and yaps aplenty.

A pocket full of snacks for you
a trick
a treat
they're empty!

Temples - Rexburg 2008

Temples - Rexburg Idaho




The sun was shining bright today
I climbed right out of bed,
Excited for my special day
I knelt and bowed my head.

I prayed for peace and comfort
as I knew that I would be,
Visiting a special place
a house of eternity.

I packed up special clothes to wear
for only white is worn,
To represent the pure and clean
are welcome in this home.

The morn was cold an icy chill
from winters frosty air,
made me shiver from head to toe
as I journeyed there.

But when I arrived upon the gate
and entered in the door,
This special home was filled with warmth
I felt the cold no more.

Sweet faces, familiar, like friends I saw
all about this home,
Smiling angels, guiding hands
such love I've never known.

As felt when welcomed in the place
where Christ dwells everyday,
Can you guess where I have been?
Are you going there someday?

Ode to a family fish

Water world and plastic castles
algae covered skies
Golden fin and fishy kisses
bulging bulbous eyes

Let me in your water world
with treasure chest surprise
Let me out
to swim about
your water color skies.