New Poem: Maybe I Should Have Waited 30 Minutes Like She Told Me To

It’s Poetry Friday in the Kidlitosphere! Thank you to AmyLV at The Poem Farm for hosting this week.

Now officially summer, public pools across America will be opening for what seems like an ever-shortening swimming season. Here’s a splash of iambic heptameter to keep everyone safe:

I’m Not Talking to Myself. I’m Practicing Listening.

No one’s ever going to read the first post of a new blog. So why not start with something harmless (forewarning: future posts may be harmful) like a ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ message?

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! You’re the tops. (I’m 30-something and don’t watch TV anymore other than baseball games and Chopped — I can