2006
Lori Krein
I ran out the door, grabbed the mail real quick,
Saw a note from a friend, who said she was sick.
Maybe dying, could be, not sure how bad yet,
So I wrote back a note, “Just try not to fret,
Maybe it’s nothing”, I said through my tears,
I wish I could hug her, dispel all her fears.
But I just sat there, trying not to weep,
There was nothing I could do, for my friend, in pain, so deep.
A few weeks later, she got sicker and died,
I went to her funeral, came home and I cried.
When there is death, the pain stays with us,
We are the ones who make such a fuss.
The dead just lie there, so quiet and still,
Asleep forever, no need for a pill.
To the next world they happily go,
What happens when they get there,
I guess we’ll never know.
No longer here to share in life’s joys,
Like walks on the beach, or kissing cute boys.
Do they know what they’re missing, back here on earth?
Do they think about life, way back to their birth?
My friend I will miss, I cry every day,
I’ll never again see her again, not in the normal way.
But I will see her, even though she has died,
Still in my heart, way deep down inside.
Her face, her words, her goofy little smile,
So many memories, I think they’ll last awhile.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Diapers
Diapers
copyright 2003
Lori Krien
The baby came out, all wrinkly and red,
The nurse held him tight, as I lie in my bed.
I was too tired to fuss much right then,
She took him away, I slept until ten.
They brought him back, all snuggly and asleep,
I cuddled him close, and tried not to weep.
Is he really mine, I stared at him in awe,
He just so perfect, from what I saw.
Soon he awoke and opened his eyes,
Soon after that came the loud wild cries.
What do I do, with this bundle of wrath?
Should I give him a bottle, or give him a bath?
Then I felt something warm, underneath the babe’s butt,
It was wet and I thought, where’s the nurse? He’s been cut!
Then I saw no blood, just a wet blanket there,
Well, I thought, can I do this? Do I even dare?
Change my first diaper, what’s the first thing to do?
I laid the baby down, and then I smelled poo.
I got a new diaper, and went to work on the mess,
I thought I was passing my first mommy test.
Things were going well, so I thought with a grin,
I turned to get another safety pin.
When I turned back around, my face got quite a surprise,
The pee-pee was squirting, right in front of my eyes!
It went everywhere, the bed and the floor,
I thought it was over, but then came some more!
I was at such a loss about what to do,
Mommy test number one was not yet through.
copyright 2003
Lori Krien
The baby came out, all wrinkly and red,
The nurse held him tight, as I lie in my bed.
I was too tired to fuss much right then,
She took him away, I slept until ten.
They brought him back, all snuggly and asleep,
I cuddled him close, and tried not to weep.
Is he really mine, I stared at him in awe,
He just so perfect, from what I saw.
Soon he awoke and opened his eyes,
Soon after that came the loud wild cries.
What do I do, with this bundle of wrath?
Should I give him a bottle, or give him a bath?
Then I felt something warm, underneath the babe’s butt,
It was wet and I thought, where’s the nurse? He’s been cut!
Then I saw no blood, just a wet blanket there,
Well, I thought, can I do this? Do I even dare?
Change my first diaper, what’s the first thing to do?
I laid the baby down, and then I smelled poo.
I got a new diaper, and went to work on the mess,
I thought I was passing my first mommy test.
Things were going well, so I thought with a grin,
I turned to get another safety pin.
When I turned back around, my face got quite a surprise,
The pee-pee was squirting, right in front of my eyes!
It went everywhere, the bed and the floor,
I thought it was over, but then came some more!
I was at such a loss about what to do,
Mommy test number one was not yet through.
I don't wanna take a shower
“I don’t want to take a shower”
Lori Krein
9/18/04
It’s shower time! Said mom and dad,
Whenever they say that I get really sad.
I hate standing there, and getting all wet,
I’d rather be playing, on that you can bet.
So, for awhile I pretended, to get myself clean,
I turned on the water, then did something mean.
I wet my hair from the bathroom sink,
And I washed my face til it turned really pink.
After awhile, I turned off the flow,
So far my parents didn’t even know.
I come out of the bathroom all ready for bed,
Pretending to be clean, but I was still dirty instead.
A few weeks went by, my scheme working just fine,
But then I noticed, all those friends of mine,
Stopped coming around, to play after school,
I wondered if maybe I was no longer cool.
Whenever I called them, they had something else going on,
“I’m busy today” they said. Then they were gone.
I wandered around, thinking, what bad thing did I do?
Then my sister walked by, and said, “pee-u!”
“You smell like a pig! Why is that stink?”
And she ran far away, a big blur of pink.
I stink? I thought, now how could that be?
I don’t smell anything bad, just little ‘ole me!
But as I walked down the street, people held on to their noses,
It was clear that the smell was nothing like roses.
That night I decided it was time to get clean,
I was of tired of people being so mean.
The water was brown as it went down the drain,
And I noticed my color was no longer like stain.
My old life resumed, all my friends came back,
I no longer smelled like an old garbage sack.
Now I shower each night, I scrub ‘til I shine,
I’m clean as a whistle, and I’m feelin’ just fine!
Lori Krein
9/18/04
It’s shower time! Said mom and dad,
Whenever they say that I get really sad.
I hate standing there, and getting all wet,
I’d rather be playing, on that you can bet.
So, for awhile I pretended, to get myself clean,
I turned on the water, then did something mean.
I wet my hair from the bathroom sink,
And I washed my face til it turned really pink.
After awhile, I turned off the flow,
So far my parents didn’t even know.
I come out of the bathroom all ready for bed,
Pretending to be clean, but I was still dirty instead.
A few weeks went by, my scheme working just fine,
But then I noticed, all those friends of mine,
Stopped coming around, to play after school,
I wondered if maybe I was no longer cool.
Whenever I called them, they had something else going on,
“I’m busy today” they said. Then they were gone.
I wandered around, thinking, what bad thing did I do?
Then my sister walked by, and said, “pee-u!”
“You smell like a pig! Why is that stink?”
And she ran far away, a big blur of pink.
I stink? I thought, now how could that be?
I don’t smell anything bad, just little ‘ole me!
But as I walked down the street, people held on to their noses,
It was clear that the smell was nothing like roses.
That night I decided it was time to get clean,
I was of tired of people being so mean.
The water was brown as it went down the drain,
And I noticed my color was no longer like stain.
My old life resumed, all my friends came back,
I no longer smelled like an old garbage sack.
Now I shower each night, I scrub ‘til I shine,
I’m clean as a whistle, and I’m feelin’ just fine!
I don't wanna go to bed
“I don’t wanna go to bed!”
copyright 2002
Lori Krein
It’s 8:30 at night, time to cuddle in bed,
“But I am not tired”!, that’s what I said.
I know it’s time to sleep, but I don’t want dream,
I want to stay up, I must think of a scheme.
I still want to play, with my books and my toys,
I don’t want to sleep, like the other little boys.
I want to stay up, all night and just play,
I don’t care what mom and dad have to say.
So I pretend I am sleeping, when they peak through the door,
Then they tip-tow away, and I count up to four.
Then once I know they are safe in their room,
I sit up and smile, in the dark gloom.
What should I do first? I think with glee,
Should I play with my dolls, or pretend to have tea?
There’s so much to do, and I have all night long,
Maybe I’ll lie here, and make up a song.
A song about clouds, floating up in the sky,
All different shapes… there’s a fish, there’s a fly!
They change and they grow, they get small and then big,
I wish I could hold them, hey there goes a pig!
I close my eyes, now they look really clear,
I know they are far, but they seem so near.
I feel like I’m sleeping on those clouds in the air,
I’m drifting along, not one single care.
Light as a feather, floating up towards the sun,
I never thought floating could be so much fun.
Next thing I know, my eyes open real slow,
I am seeing the sun! How far did I go?
And where is my bed, and my toys and my dad?
If I don’t get home, they will be really sad!
So I closed my eyes once again really tight,
I held them shut and with all of my might,
I wished to be home on my pillow once more,
I opened my eyes and took a quick tour,
Horray! I made it! All my things are still here,
It’s nice to be home, with mom and dad near.
Next time it is night, I think I’ll just sleep,
I’ll go to my bed with out a single peep.
I’ll shut my eyes, and dream all night long,
And maybe I’ll think of another nice song.
copyright 2002
Lori Krein
It’s 8:30 at night, time to cuddle in bed,
“But I am not tired”!, that’s what I said.
I know it’s time to sleep, but I don’t want dream,
I want to stay up, I must think of a scheme.
I still want to play, with my books and my toys,
I don’t want to sleep, like the other little boys.
I want to stay up, all night and just play,
I don’t care what mom and dad have to say.
So I pretend I am sleeping, when they peak through the door,
Then they tip-tow away, and I count up to four.
Then once I know they are safe in their room,
I sit up and smile, in the dark gloom.
What should I do first? I think with glee,
Should I play with my dolls, or pretend to have tea?
There’s so much to do, and I have all night long,
Maybe I’ll lie here, and make up a song.
A song about clouds, floating up in the sky,
All different shapes… there’s a fish, there’s a fly!
They change and they grow, they get small and then big,
I wish I could hold them, hey there goes a pig!
I close my eyes, now they look really clear,
I know they are far, but they seem so near.
I feel like I’m sleeping on those clouds in the air,
I’m drifting along, not one single care.
Light as a feather, floating up towards the sun,
I never thought floating could be so much fun.
Next thing I know, my eyes open real slow,
I am seeing the sun! How far did I go?
And where is my bed, and my toys and my dad?
If I don’t get home, they will be really sad!
So I closed my eyes once again really tight,
I held them shut and with all of my might,
I wished to be home on my pillow once more,
I opened my eyes and took a quick tour,
Horray! I made it! All my things are still here,
It’s nice to be home, with mom and dad near.
Next time it is night, I think I’ll just sleep,
I’ll go to my bed with out a single peep.
I’ll shut my eyes, and dream all night long,
And maybe I’ll think of another nice song.
MY STORY
June 1996
Going to work, day after day,
For 13 years my life was that way.
I made lots of cash, had so much fun,
Went to the beach, laid in the sun.
Out on the town, went out on dates,
Danced at the clubs, searching for mates.
He came to my door, another blind date,
We played pool and drank wine, must have been fate.
Work became a chore, I wondered “Is there more?”
Life seemed dry, I needed something else to try.
A child, I thought, would make the angst go away,
Would give me a reason to get through the day.
So I had a baby, became a mom,
Should we name him Marvin, Boris, or Tom?
The first few months were tiring and long,
We went on long walks, I sang him some songs.
I stayed home for awhile, watched him get big,
Take his first step, pick up a twig.
Drink from a cup, say his first word,
Play with the hose, chase after a bird.
Then I got lonely, bored and depressed,
I felt really sad, like I needed a rest.
I felt like a failure at being a mother,
I was tired of taking care of another.
How will I manage, juggling home and work?
And I’d miss my baby; I’d feel like a jerk.
What should I do to balance my life?
I want to do more than just mother and wife.
I want to be famous, be the best that there is,
But my child comes first, so forget show biz.
Never a singer, a dancer, a star,
I’ll always be here, exactly who I are.
But I can pretend, if only for one day,
That when I sing for my baby, I’m auditioning for a play,
And that to my little boy, I’m the biggest star he’ll ever see,
His smile tells the story, and that’s enough for me!
June 1996
Going to work, day after day,
For 13 years my life was that way.
I made lots of cash, had so much fun,
Went to the beach, laid in the sun.
Out on the town, went out on dates,
Danced at the clubs, searching for mates.
He came to my door, another blind date,
We played pool and drank wine, must have been fate.
Work became a chore, I wondered “Is there more?”
Life seemed dry, I needed something else to try.
A child, I thought, would make the angst go away,
Would give me a reason to get through the day.
So I had a baby, became a mom,
Should we name him Marvin, Boris, or Tom?
The first few months were tiring and long,
We went on long walks, I sang him some songs.
I stayed home for awhile, watched him get big,
Take his first step, pick up a twig.
Drink from a cup, say his first word,
Play with the hose, chase after a bird.
Then I got lonely, bored and depressed,
I felt really sad, like I needed a rest.
I felt like a failure at being a mother,
I was tired of taking care of another.
How will I manage, juggling home and work?
And I’d miss my baby; I’d feel like a jerk.
What should I do to balance my life?
I want to do more than just mother and wife.
I want to be famous, be the best that there is,
But my child comes first, so forget show biz.
Never a singer, a dancer, a star,
I’ll always be here, exactly who I are.
But I can pretend, if only for one day,
That when I sing for my baby, I’m auditioning for a play,
And that to my little boy, I’m the biggest star he’ll ever see,
His smile tells the story, and that’s enough for me!
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