Grandson, At Two

A grandson, two, just makes me smile,

With squeals of laughter all the while-

He runs from chasing Grandpa’s arms,

Each game we play; such cherished charms.

With Grandma now to water flowers,

So fun to do in morning hours,

And with some flowers in little hand,

In cracks of wood each placed to stand.

As he steps back to ponder these,

Admired work; he hums like bees,

With, “H-m-m,” and “H-m-m”,  now smile so wide,

And, Grandma peers with loving pride.

Now Momma swoops him up for bath,

For soon we will be on a path-

Within the Children’s Zoo today,

His Dad and he with small goats play.

 

 

Two toddler’s shoes is disarray,

Upon the floor; he left them lay,

His Grandpa smiles; remembers when,

For now our kids are home again!

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 26, 2012

Look Up!

Look up, up, up,

To sup and savor,

Each billowed cloud,

With sun reflected,

Shouts so proud,

It’s me up here, up in the sky!

Yes, you can touch me with you eye,

And, with me now

You’ll fly away,

Amongst the softest

White and grey,

The bluest, blue,

Between me reigns,

No jewel could capture-

Or sustains

More vibrancy; such majesty,

This is God’s world; His sovereignty!

Peter Lowell Paulson

March 22, 2012

In a World

In a world where everything’s uncertain,

In a world so filled with hurt and pain,
In a world where life may seem a burden,
You brought love soft as gentle rain.


(Refrain)
I love you,
I love you,
I love you more and more each day,
I love you,
I love you,
Forever in my arms to stay.


In this world you’ve filled my days with wonder,
In this world you’ve opened every door,
In this world how could I ever ponder,
You brought love that last’s forever more!


I love you,
I love you,
I love you more and more each day,
I love you,
I love you,
Forever in my arms to stay.

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 22, 2012

True Friendship

Communication between friends, it simply is a must,

But, the true mortar which will bind forever is your trust,

Convicted with great confidence; reliance to the end,

All faith and hope retained in life when you have found a friend.

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 20, 2012

Flowering Pots

What billows in our flowering pots,

Geraniums; forget-me-nots,

All vibrant reds in concert themes,

True blues of skies beyond our dreams.

The flower bestows such beauty rare,

Beyond the brush or canvas bare,

What quiet peace I gather here,

Come join me in this atmosphere.

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 15, 2012

Mother's Day

Oh, Mother do you see a tear,

In Heaven now no longer here,

The one who loved me from the start,

You loved me so and gave your heart.

My wife, a mother, oh the joys,

Who bore a daughter and two boys,

I’ll give ten thousand kisses to,

For all you are, and all you do.

But, now we’ve seen our children grown,

These four grandsons that we have known,

From baby cups and toddler chairs,

And, crawling slowly up the stairs.

The oldest six, he talks and talks,

Another one just takes off socks,

A quiet grandson slips away,

And, one with drama tries to sway.

Oh mothers, mothers, all are dears,

For putting up with all our tears,

In graciousness we say to thee,

You have our love eternally!

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 13, 2012

Neverland and Beyond

Don’t ever leave your Neverland no matter what you do,

For you can fly with Wendy, Michael, John and Peter too,

Enjoy each fun adventure that you’re go-ing to pursue,

Just be aware of Captain Hook, and all his motley crew.

A golden ticket I will find for Wonka’s factory,

To taste the finest choco-late within this creamery,

Beware of wily Willie as he spins his mystery,

And you will plant the finest, fondest, fairest memory.

Now you may take a journey to the center of the earth,

To find the very origins of this fine planet’s birth,

The answers to some questions you will find that there’s a dearth,

Just shrug them off, and tarry on and you will find your worth!

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 10, 2012

Grand and Glorious Day

What grand and glorious day!

Heard everybody say,

Yes, every person; every friend-

Said, “Wish this one would never end!”

Clear breezes toward an evening fly,

A cloudless blue and brightest sky,

The birds are singing in the air,

The brightest flowers everywhere!

What joy in nature we derive,

How wonderful to be alive,

Hot summer hov'ring round the bend,

I wish this day would never end!

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 7, 2012

Fluffing Pillows

Sometimes dreams will make me weep,
Filled with fear; afraid to sleep,
Where trolls and ogres seem to creep,
And wake me from a restful keep.

Other dreams will bring a smile,

Drawn from larger ‘happy’ file,
Brightest colors mile on mile,
And, filled with laughter all the while.

So when I wake from dream I dread,

I merely change my thoughts, instead-
Of dreaming on; then my lay head,
In fluffed up pillows on my bed.

It is in fluffing up you see,

One pillow, two or perhaps three,
For peaceful sleep; my recipe,
My cloud filled, restful remedy!

Peter Lowell Paulson
May 5, 2012

Snuggle Bunny

I have a little snuggle bunny,

He’s nineteen inches long,

Has sandy hair and dark blue eyes,

Ten fingers, oh so strong.

When his is fed, and clean and dry,

He snuggles in my arms,

He’ll coo and stare; he’ll smile at me,

I’m loving all his charms.

I have a little snuggle bunny,

And, ten months old is he,

He holds his head, and crawls so fast,

With giggles so carefree.

When all is well in his wee world,

He snuggles on my chest,

He lays so close; his breath so sweet,

And, all the world’s at rest.

I have a little snuggle bunny,

Now he is four years old,

With light brown hair, and soft grey eyes,

With father’s will so bold.

Still late at night when stars are hung,

He snuggles tenderly,

And, loves his mommy, oh, so much,

It warms the soul of me.

I have another snuggle bunny,

He is my daughter’s son,

With little hair, and dark blue eyes,

A new life has begun.

So precious is this time once more,

He snuggles with such love,

The bond we share forever sealed,

In Heaven up above.

Peter Lowell Paulson

April 26, 2012

Why War

Dear God, why will we war?
Untouched upon this shore,
Yet, we can see the carnage there,
And human corpses everywhere,
Entwined in masses on the street,
The arms, the hands, the fingers, feet,
Embrace in one but dying breath,
To hold each other until death,
Upon some steps, or hill, a grave,
No one is here to stop or stave,
The brutal force that’s here and now,
It robs me of my life somehow,
Before I had a chance to live,
To work, to play, to love, to give,
Just one request I’ll ask for me,
To treat me with such dignity,
Forgive the ones, who pushed me down,
Please dress me in a decent gown,
And bury me with firm decree,
To end this strife eternally,
Dear God, why will we war?
My hope is, “Nevermore!”

Peter Lowell Paulson
May 3, 2012

Note: I was moved by a still photograph in Ken Burn's "The War".  The most terrible part of any war are the innocents who die in the wake of someone else's ideological mayhem.  That is what tears me up, and gets me to ask, "Why, Dear God, why?"

Spring is Here

Sparkling grass with morning dew,

Sipping coffee; me and you,

Survey the morning’s garden yawn,

All colors burst ‘pon budding dawn.

The Rose’s red; Dianthus’ blue,

The Rhododendron’s violet hue,

As nature smiles with bright array.

Announcing spring is here to stay.

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 2, 2012

Walking in the Wood

Walking in the wood together,

Hand in hand and wondering whether,

Soft the grasses gently calling

Grasped within a dream we’re falling.

Fumbling, forward without thinking,

Tumbling downward ever sinking,

Parents in our heads are quaking,

Love for you is now awak’ning.

As we kiss our hearts are soaring,

Gaze upon the one adoring

Lay within fair fields of glory,

We’ll begin our own love story.

Peter Lowell Paulson

April 18, 2012

Art at Two

How we wonder, as we ponder,

Artfully inclined at two?

Mama gives us paper; pencil,

Colored paper and some glue.

Quiet wonder, each we ponder,

These creative things so new,

Our discernment, and concernment,

To express our point of view.

Patterned wonder, how we ponder,

Every scrawl that we once drew,

Color placement, or effacement,

Understand the inner, “You.”

Grownup wonder, now we ponder,

As we see this life clear through,

Grandma gave us paper; pencil,

Loving art lived in us, too!

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 1, 2012