Drageda

Star Doll

Now that I laid her down to sleep
I thought finally,
I can go get something to eat
so carefully I tip-toed down the hall
that’s when I heard her little voice call,
“mommy, wait I’m not sleeping yet!”
she started to cry,
and was predictably upset
“aww my baby doll, please don’t cry,
I was just going to check your star in the sky”,
“here, let’s go make sure it’s still there”
as she stared out she worried,
“I don’t see it anywhere”,
“Honey, look up to the right,
it’s your midnight sun,
it’s named after you, my beautiful one”,
With night time now, your star doll’s in bed,
“but mommy, the star light is on,
it’s her daytime”, she said,
“No my sweet, it’s not daytime blue
and while your star doll is sleeping
she watches over just you
As she yawned, she said,
“I’m really tired now Mom,
in the morning will my star doll bring me the sun?”
“Yes it will”, I answered as I tucked her in tight
then thanked the sky for a cloud free night

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

Star Doll: A nightime poem for a little girl who has her very own star in the sky, named for her.

OOPS! I Forgot to Pee

Let’s see
Up at three
Feed the baby
Back under the sheets
For a couple hours of sleep
Kids up for breakee
Gulping my tea desperately
Rush them to school gleefully
Walk the baby expediently
This being my time for me
Back home to clean insistently
Do three loads of laundry
Flee for groceries
Video Game Rentals late constantly
Go to work in my office impatiently
Where things have piled up overwhelmingly
Hubby claims I’m grumpy
Instead of crying I laugh hysterically
Baby bellows loudly
Time to change his nappy
Phone rings twenty times daily
Say I never call a bit angrily
Can’t explain my life so harry
Don’t want it to come out sounding scary
So I apologize gracefully
Kids home noisily
I’m panicky
My office work is not done completely
Oh well, its time to get them to hockey
Feed them first to keep them healthy
Bath time comes busily
Bedtime is love and kisses and favourite stories
Baby sleeping beautifully
My feet are up now restfully
Oops, I forgot to pee!
I assess my day on the toidy
Would I change my life at forty?
Are you kidding
Not this life’s inspired journey!

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

OOPS, I Forgot to PEE!
(AS SONG LYRICS - Poem Version Above)

(Verse)
Let’s see
Up at three
Feed the baby
Back under the sheets
For a couple hours of sleep
Kids up for breakeeeee
Gulping my tea desperately
Rush them to school gleefully
Walk the baby quickly
This being my time for me
(*sigh noise inserted here*)

(Chorus)
I know its not classy, borders on sassy
But OOPS! I forgot to Pee
Friends say I’m grumpy
Instead of crying I laugh hysterically
(*Note: belly laugh in chorus*)
Crossing my knees so know one sees
Cause OOPS! I forgot to Pee!!

(Verse)
Back home to clean insistently
Do three loads of laundry
Flee for groceries
Video Game Rentals late constantly
Go to work in my office impatiently
Where things have piled up overwhelmingly
Baby bellows loudly
Time to change his nappy!

(Chorus)
I know its not classy, borders on sassy
But OOPS! I forgot to Pee
Friends say I’m grumpy
Instead of crying I laugh hysterically …
(*Note: belly laugh in chorus*)
Crossing my knees so know one sees
Cause OOPS! I need to Pee!!

(Verse)
Phone rings twenty times daily
Say I never call a bit angrily
Can’t explain my life so harry
Don’t want it to come out sounding scary
So I apologize gracefully

( Another Verse..if needed)
Kids home noisily
I’m panicky
My office work is not done completely!
Bedtime is love and kisses and favourite stories
Baby sleeping beautifully
My feet are up now restfully
Whoa, I never did go Pee!

(Chorus)
I know its not classy, borders on sassy
But OOPS! I forgot to Pee
Hubby say’s I’m grumpy
Instead of crying I laugh hysterically
(*Note: belly laugh in chorus*)
Crossing my knees so know one sees
Cause there wasn’t any time to Pee!!….
(*Note: toss in sound of running water at end for effect*)

Poem and/or Song Lyrics: OOPS! I Forgot to Pee: Written for the Busy Moms of the world: You wake up, can’t believe your schedule - and decide to laugh instead of hiding under the covers and crying! Perhaps it’s better not to think about all the things we busy parents have to do..it’s better to just go and do them..A “light-bulb” moment. Shocker.

Monday to Sunday

On a Monday my time is depicted,
the hours are carefully filled,
the day is spent usually working,
and my nights are eventually killed

On Tuesday my thoughts still of working,
again, it’s a Monday too late
my nights are sometimes more active
but that depends on my emotional state

On Wednesday I anticipate little,
though others see midweek to weekend,
I only see Wednesday as halfway,
with four days still left to descend,

On Thursday, people begin smiling
for the weekend is creeping so near,
but I just stare into oblivion
for what’s a weekend without having you here

On Friday, my work is slowed
to a steady but productive pace,
and my thoughts are geared toward the two days,
I don’t have to fight the rat-race

Now Saturday is here,
and what do I do?
As usual I clean,
and sometimes feel blue,
but there is a cure for these feelings,
on such a beautiful day,
one in particular is laughing my time,
with my friends who can take some disappointments away

Sunday I dread, for there’s little to do,
as I spend the last day of this week without you
so Monday to Sunday repeats and recycles
and this journey alone becomes my challenge, my struggle
I miss you. I cry.
I love you so much,
come home to me baby,
I need your sweet touch.

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

Poem about Missing Someone…Well, I pulled this one out of the dust-bin: Wrote this in the early 80’s, and can see I wasn’t a happy camper at that time. It does seem like an appropriate poem for those who are struggling to get through their week without the person they love. What comes to mind are the spouses of those serving in the Military. I hope they don’t have weeks like this though. If this fits your life right now, I do hope you are able to find some joy eventhough the one you love is away.