"Ta-ni-kite" poem by AB~

Ive come to give a warning,
To all young girls and boys,
Concerning eating pizza,
and leaving out your toys,

For there's a silly monster,
They call him Ta-ni- kite,
Who sleeps 'till 3pm,
And stays awake all night,

Once a boy like maybe you,
He was forced to be a man,
But angry Ta-na- kite,
Had another plan,

He didn't want to grow up,
And so he ran away,
Never growing old,
Forever young to stay,

Inside his heart is magic string,
And dabs of sticky glue,
And if you don't watch out,
In daydreams he'll find you.

He'll take you on his paper plane,
Over hills and seas,
Searching for the perfect place,
To take you out to tea,

He'll eat up all your pizza,
And play with all your toys,
So listen up all children,
All you girls and boys.

He'll make you draw with colored chalk,
And keep you up all night,
Singing silly songs,
Until the morning light,

You'll have to reading him storybooks,
And then he'll beg for more,
If you don't, he'll tickle you,
Until your sides are sore,

His jokes aren't always funny,
But even if they stink,
You'll laugh for Ta-ni-kite,
No matter what you think.

I've heard he has a temper,
Although I've yet to see,
When I'm around, he's very shy,
Because he's scared of me.

Yet if I was a little girl,
And him a little boy,
I think that he would pull my hair,
And steel my favorite toy

So if you see him coming,
Make a sure to pout and fuss,
Tell him you like sad, sad books,
And crying is a "plus".

Never laugh, or sing or grin,
Because,if you do,
Ta-ni-kite will want to play,
And come and capture you.

"The Forgotten" Poem by AB~

Their colors are fading,
but nobody cares,
thier days shortly numbered,
frail bones and white hairs.
They sit sad and lonely,
their memories wain,
their bodies are failing,
their hearts filled with pain.

She's stuck in a wheel chair,
too weak to walk,
the nurses bring pills,
but don't want to talk.
Her daughter had cancer,
and didn't survive.
With no other children.
She is mad she's alive.

He tells lots of jokes,
on the bus every day,
the people change,
but all act the same way.
He feels he's invisible,
he's hurt they don't see,
the charming youth,
he used to be.

She talks to her husband,
although he's not there,
she smiles sweetly,
and pins up her hair.
that's how he likes it,
she quick to say,
she always pins it,
the exact same way.

Somewere there is joy,
a baby is born,
Photo in hand.Greatgrandma's forlorn,
She can't go to visit,
she's ninetyfour.
Nobody calls or
writes anymore.

A tear on his cheek,
she isn't to blame,
she's shrinks from his touch,
she knows not his name.
The next day he dies,
but she doesn't know.
The funerals given,
But she doesn't go.

He waters his flowers,
and hopes they will bloom,
they sit in the shadows,
of his dark lonely room.
She was the gardener,
and he really tries,
too nurture her plants,
but another one dies.

They slept side by side,
till they took her away,
now he's alone, and
cries everyday.
He can't sleep without her.
He's already tired, but
it's just not the same,
when she's not at his side.

Alone and forgotten.
Waiting to die.

Wondering who
Would even cry.

~ In loving memory of all those whose passed through my care, and touched my life ~