All I Ask

Mother, protect me
From dark places
And new faces
From loud noises
And little boyses
Mother, comfort me
When fear takes hold
And from the cold
When life’s too much
And from angry touch
Mother, nourish me
With food and play
Every day
With a purpose to be
That let’s me be me
Mother, love me
Always and forever
And ever and ever
Always with kisses
And good wishes
Mother, trust me
To love you
To nourish you
To comfort you
To protect you
Always and forever
And ever and ever
Always with kisses
And good wishes

Dear Rose, Love Bug

Lookee!! Lookee!!! My favoritest Bug in the whole wide world wrote what mama says calls a Toad to Rose. Prolly he was inspired by the toads we saw when we were down to the creek that time. A toad to Rose, hah! Bug is soooo funny!!!

…so much fun it can’t be captured on film by either mama…

Your nose is sniffy.
Your eyes are happy.
Your tongue is licky.
Your tail is waggy.
I don’t rhyme so good… I’m only one…
But you and me, Rosie?  We’re gonna have FUN!







Dear friendly readers, ::sigh:: I told her it was an “Ode to Rose” clearly there are toads on the brain. Love, the Mama

Are We There Yet?

Mama says we are moving

What does that mean?

Excitement settles in

All our belongings in one car


Our stuff looks the same

But smells so terribly different

What is going on, mama?

 Mama seems excited

Rose is excited, too

Is this home, mama?

No, my darlings, this is not home

  Mama says we are moving

I still don’t know what that means

Nervously we ‘come’

Our same looking different smelling stuff in one car


A scary, mean dog

A small, safe room in a sea of sty

Why did you bring us here, mama?

Mama seems sad

Rose is sad, too

Is this home, mama?

No, my darlings, this is not home 

Mama says we are moving

I am beginning to understand.

We trust so we follow

Where is our stuff that smells like us?


Oh! We know these puppies!

Oh! We know these people!

A slumber party, mama?

 Mama seems relieved

Rose is relieved, too

Is this home, mama?

No, my darlings, this is not home

 Mama says we are moving

I’ll help pack this time, mama.

Disappointed we go

All our belongings again in one place


Our things mingled with another’s

New sounds of a child’s laughter

Are we there yet, mama?

 Mama seems happy

Rose is happy, too

Is this home, mama?

Yes, my darlings, this is home

by: Analaigh

Crag Dog


Mama’s sounding alarm

It is early morning

Our eyes open slowly

Downward facing dog



Mama’s coffee is ready

Bags are in the hall

Daylight is breaking

A door creaks open

A car starts its engine

Let’s go!

Windows are down

Music is blaring

Smiling widely as cars go by 

Parking lots are empty

We are the first ones here!

Packs are snapped into place

The hike begins

We run ahead to check for danger

I run back to check for Mama

Birds are chased

Sticks are gnawed

Sun is shining

A puppy’s dream

The hike is stopped

Packs are removed 

How silly they look

They don silly shoes

They snap on silly helmets

They double back silly pants-holder-uppers

They are silly humans

Belays are on

Climbs away

Wait!? Where did Mama go?!

Mama is not here

She is every moment farther

She is tied to a rope

I am abandoned forever


She descends slowly

Feet hit the ground

Mama you left us (me)

Eyes begin to droop

Packs are reassembled

The hike begins homeward

Rose runs ahead

She is always in front

I am here with Mama

Finally back to the car

All day was spent in wonderland

But the engine is a welcome sound

Brake lights are off


by Analaigh

I’m re-posting this for Analaigh I like to support my girls in whatever they like to do. My sweet Analaigh is a poet.