Kids Narrative Poems

I was in a hurry and could not find my favorite sweater.
My friends had gathered, and I could not find my rubber ball.
It was time...

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I gaze upon a moon so full and bright beneath my feet
The stillness of unbroken waters where reflections meet
The creaking and the straining as the...

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Lester sat in Lisa’s café that morn,
his eyes mindlessly staring out the door,
it was July of 1889,
and new work young Lester now had to find.

He’d...

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...With that he went to a small chest, retrieved a bound-up scroll,
and her eyes went quite wide with shock when the thing was unrolled,
’twas her...

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My jeans I’d wear, twirling in the air
the cousins, loved those kids; I’d
see them hardly ever, flying, laughing,
rising. Mother couldn’t understand
the wriggling out of the...

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He was holding a football
when our eyes first met,
seeing beyond our years.
Catching the missile, flying, he was surprised.
We smiled.
We were only six.
His name was Flick.
That’s...

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When very young, Easter had at least two meanings.
One meaning was for kids; the other for all mankind.

One meaning spoke to me about Easter Bonnies...

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Dusty Box of Memories Poetry Contest
Constance La France

"We'll wheel where our wills take us and never tirer loving the ones that love us."
Quote by author

I...

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Just one more duty to perform...

The moon is full and navel orange on this hot August night. The crickets and tree frogs have just begun...

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It was a quiet and sunny Sunday afternoon.
We were still dressed in our Sunday best.
My kids and I had a love affair with the
Golden Gate...

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That calendar on the kitchen wall marks 
another crisp January's windy morning,
it has brought in slowly-moving clouds, 
what has passed is part of evident oblivion...
unless...

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Great aunt Dorothy had a concrete donkey in her yard.
She had inherited it and the house from my grandparents.
This donkey had been in this yard...

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Have you not heard of the legend
of Terror Turkey Tom?
Who roams the woods punishing those
who do Thanksgiving wrong?
The bird with an unending hate
for those folks...

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Gene stood. Skyscraper demanding. Cold steel.
Thirty-five hard years. Over now. Just like that.
Corrugated box. Family photo. Timex watch.
Bitter coffee. 
Stale sweat.
He walked out. Sun blaze....

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In a quiet town, there lived young Tommy,  
Though folks called him “coward,” he was never balmy.  
His baked goods were famous, a...

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