Stop the Voices

Stop the Voices

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

Stop the voices in my head.

I’m not all that bad.

I’m not clumsy,

or drab, or chunky.

Stop it now, voices in my head.

I see good, I see great,

I see large possibilities,

I’m not a cheapskate.

Let’s practice that,

And let the negative voices abate.

I am growing, I am learning,

wait till you see 

what’s churning inside of me.

I like me,

I like where I’m headed

and I am headed

to good places you see.

So, your new language

sounds like this.

I can, I will,

I am able,

I have skills.

Listen to me.

Can’t you see?

When you and I agree

anything can be.

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The Train

The Train

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

I hear a train headed north.

Let’s get on board.

Wouldn’t you love to

just hop on, go and see,

eat in the diner,

see the sights?

He’s headed north.

There will be lots of

water views and mountains.

Small towns will zoom by,

and I would love to

be on board.

And somewhere up north,

Perhaps he’ll turn East.

Now, wouldn’t that be grand –

a scenic trip across

America and Canada?

Think of the sights to see,

and the clack-clack

as this ole’ train

makes track.

When it’s bedtime,

the rolling and swaying

and the metal-against-metal,

grating and rubbing,

creates its own sleepy-time music.

The get-a-way calls.

Someday perhaps.

Some day!

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They Call Her Nanny

They Call Her Nanny

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

They call her Nanny.

And you should tune in

when her grands are around.

She talks, she laughs,

she’s silly, she is engaging,

She is Nanny.

Very present and

very interested in whatever.

“I want hot cocoa Nanny.

Don’t forget the sprinkles on top.”

“Can I have more popcorn?”

“Can I play on your iPad?”

And “yes” every time.

A thousand yeses, and more.

Cause, she is Nanny.

She is trusted,

she holds secrets,

she gives advice.

She cares.

She’s Nanny.

I stand amazed at your goodness,

I stand in awe of your relationship

with your grands.

And I hear the most important

words you could ever utter.

“I love you”,

and they know you do.

For you are Nanny.

I call you ‘Honey’, ‘Babe’, My Love.

Your kids call you ‘Mom’.

Your friends call you Carolyn.

Your students call you Ms. Carolyn.

And your grands call you Nanny.

You are one of a kind.

You are loved,

by all of us.

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