Missing Notes


Missing notes of music,
Rawly played over and over again,
Where elusive sounds turn therapeutic,
And never seem to end.

Concerts before dinner,
Instruments come alive as they are fed,
The beginner’s appetite grows bigger,
For encores before bed.

Living goes on in song,
Jazzy rhythms, soothing ballads when sad,
But all along the missing notes make strong,
The hearts of mom and dad.

Soaring music resounds,
Precisely played, missing the missing notes,
It surrounds, filling house and walls with sound,
And the love it promotes.

Hallways have grown quieter,
But the house still hums mysteriously,
Idle instruments, in dusty silence,
Hold notes in memory.

Behind the lines

I take great joy in listening to my children learn and practice their instruments. This was written about their learning process with the thought that one day the missing notes will be missed.

Sights, Sounds, & Observations


Bicycles and basketballs,
White spindles along the stairs,
Pedals on a piano,
And toothpaste that disappears.

A flute plays in a bedroom,
As someone beats their high score,
While cars race in a bath tub,
Near wet towels on the floor.

Dishes like to stay dirty,
Crumbs multiply when you sweep,
Bobby pins do not write well,
And LEGOs are bad for feet.

Cereal is for parents,
When children eat all the food,
But once they fill up their bowls,
The milk will be empty too.

New Smiles


God’s gift of life,
First opened eyes,
Nothing joys the heart like new smiles.
The funny talk,
From those who walk,
Nothing joys the heart like new smiles.

Smiles in the morning,
When they don’t sleep at night,
Smiles at the table,
Though food they fight,
Smiles in the dark,
Yeah, they have your heart,
Nothing warms a home like new smiles.

Crawling cruiser,
Stain remover,
Nothing joys the heart like new smiles.
Diaper parade,
More laundry saved,
Nothing joys the heart like new smiles.

And through all the coffee afternoons,
Little smiles and lullaby tunes,
You can’t make the hands rewind,
So live life one smile at a time.

Behind the lines

Four wonderful children.

Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD,
the fruit of the womb a reward.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one’s youth.

Blessed is the man
who fills his quiver with them!
(Psalm 127:3-5a ESV)

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