Children's Poem

My Horsey
By Ari Zeiger

I'm riding on a horsey.
It has handles by the ears.
This horsey's made by Grandpa
and passed down through the years.

My horsey's two-feet tall,
which might seem sort of low.
But I'm also small, so I give my all
when I'm rocking to and fro.

Oh, my horsey's made of wood
so sometimes I believe
that I'm riding on a horsey
and we're swinging through the trees.

You too should ride a horsey.
There's nothing more you'll love.
Just wrap your arms around like this
and hold on with a hug.

Children's Poem

Bliss

By Ari Zeiger

Who am I?
What makes me me?

It all seems such a mystery.

Usually I just let this go.
I laugh out loud and say: I don't know.
But then sometimes, well, here's the thing.
I have this heart. And it likes to sing.
Yet once or twice the song gets lost.
And in its place, a million thoughts.
That's when I feel incomplete.
Like I'm no one you'd want to meet.

But soon enough, I'll feel OK.
Little by little, throughout the day.
And though my heart might still despair,
something trusts the music's there.
And then I'm free to dance again.
To follow bliss, to be my friend.

Children's Poem

Supermarket

We'd just strolled in the market
when something caught my eye.
Look, the cereal Grandpa eats!
Don't just pass it by.

I screamed.
I laughed.
I pointed.
But Daddy only smiled.
He wouldn't stop.
I cried, why not?
It was a long trip down the aisle.

So then I just went crazy.
It's one way to get heard.
I want that box,
and I want it a lot.
OK, I'll use my words.

Oh, look there's a banana.
Daddy, can I please?
I'm gonna scream.
Then you'll get mean
and say I made a scene.

Thank you so much, Daddy,
for peeling this for me.
Now pass me that tomato,
and I'll finally let you be.

Children's Poem

Kittens Need Space

Kittens need space,
but I wish it weren't true.
We just brought you home,
and now all I want to do. . .

But, Kitten, is that right,
can't I carry you around?
Mom says listen when
you struggle to get down.

I want you to love me.
And don't know what to do.
Kittens need space,
but I wish it weren't true.

The Show

The Show

I missed the show.
I couldn't go.
Whose fault it is,
I do not know.

I was on my bike,
but got a flat.
I began to run—
imagine that!

I was almost there
when I lost my shoe.
Now what's left for me to do?

A truck sped by.
I leapt in back.
It began to rain—
so much for that!

Now it's time for the show to start.
I tried to make it with all my heart.

But you were there,
so take it slow:
Tell me all,
go blow-by-blow.