Faves

I love books.  My best childhood memories are of rollerskating (yes, I’m that old) to the public library with my mom and my sister.  We would spend hours wandering through the shelves, breathing in the unmistakable scent of the printed page. 

Please peruse the list of my favorite books, share your favorites and add reviews of any literature you’ve read and want to pass along to the world.  Just remember that I am a big kid at heart and most of my all time favorite literature falls under the juvenile category.

The only thing I ask is that all comments are respectful to the authors.

3 responses to “Faves

  1. I thought, Cat, you might enjoy this poem I wrote. I wrote quite a few about my two when they were young. If you want to read more, they are more on my web site.

    LIFE IS FULL OF DRIZZLY DAYS

    “I do not mind getting my pants wet,” my son said,
    As he slid down the slide.
    It was damp – the first day of Autumn.

    “Higher and higher,” he urged on the tire swing.
    I did as he commanded.

    Little boys (as well as little girls) are not to be dismayed
    By not perfect conditions: Life is full of them.

    I can get too comfortable in my house
    With an overcast sky, crisp outside.

    The couch is too inviting.
    It has not stopped raining.

    Someone, though, has forgotten to tell my son.
    He has reminded me again: Life is full of drizzly days.

    And the unexpected:

    The bald eagle I had never seen before
    Heading for Hawk Rock.

    The magnificent sunset that caught me by surprise
    In a place I did not expect to be,
    For my mind and body were tired.

    The ruby-throated hummingbird
    That invaded my backyard in the rain.

    Yes, life is full of drizzly days.
    And four year old boys who teach their fathers
    What they have lost in the quest for wisdom.

    • Thanks so much for sharing this poem. It takes a lot to put yourself out there and I appreciate it.

      It has very nice imagery and a great message. The thing I like about poetry is that it turns our eyes inward. Poems about parenting and kids are so much better for their ability to remind us of the unconditional love and joy children bring to our lives.

      When I read this, I pictured my oldest as a kindergartner on a rainy day. On this particular day, he and his friends trekked through our acreage and “caught” buckets of worms. The kids had filthy, shining faces. Perfection frozen in time.

      Thanks for the memory! I’ll check out more of your poetry as time permits.

  2. Hmm it appears like your website ate my first comment (it was super long) so I guess I’ll just sum it up what I submitted and say, I’m thoroughly enjoying your blog. I too am an aspiring blog blogger but I’m still new to the whole thing. Do you have any tips and hints for rookie blog writers? I’d really appreciate it.

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