Susan Christiansen Poems

What is it about the p****
That makes it the first and best loved toy?
To be pulled and stretched beyond imagination
And pain (you’d think) would allow.
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Did you poop your pants
Today?
Lorenzo’s mother asked.
His shorts crept up,
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My children stayed home sick today.
1,2, and 3 felt awful, they say.
“I have a temp, ”
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Today is the day I think I dread
My baby turns sixteen.
She’s gone from precious amazing gift,
To a beautiful, self-assured teen.
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First memories, a mother’s arms
A gentle touch
The smile that reaches
All the way to the eyes.
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The best gifts are often those that take you by surprise.
This summer my gift was a friend,
A sister of the heart.
She is both brave and tireless,
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I believe….. that good coaching, like good teaching inspires, not demeans.

I believe….. that to always expect the best brings out the best in others.
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