Before there was us,
There was you and me.
Our own bond,
Strong as can be.

Memories fade,
But one my mind can’t unseat
Involves us together
At some yoga retreat.

Not to toot my own horn,
But I’m quite good with my words,
And to dismiss your influence
Would be quite absurd.

I remember the book you created,
While I was in high school,
And being your son,
Kind of made me more cool.

A happy Mother’s Day,
And Birthday Too!
We’ve gone from three
To a family zoo.

​​It’s morning time in the Zuckerman house
​The children still fast asleep
With dreams beguiling
Echoed marble tiling
The steady march of feet

It’s morning time in the Zuckerman house
The future will not wait
What was left undone
Only helped us to run
Unburdening our gait

It’s morning time in the Zuckerman house
That powerful refrain
To greet each day
A lion with prey
Oh to hear it again

Though morning’s past
Long days will last
We’ll carpool in our hearts
The strands you wove
We’ll tie like bows
Happy Mother’s day from afar
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There were lots of good times
And plenty of rhymes
That I could think up,
If only time would abide.
But the very best ones
Which will always remain
are of my friend Timothy
And the travels he made.
The troubles he got into,
and the feats he would attempt,
Always made me feel like I could do anything.
I’ll always remember waiting each night,
To be tucked into bed,
My imagination alight.
To hear the adventures of Timothy the turtle,
Hoping one day I too would build my own world.


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You are my summer day

On a warm dock by the lake

The smell of the flowers

Beneath luscious trees

The breeze on my skin

As the soft waves drift

The warmth of the sun

Hitting my cheeks

You are my everlasting summer day

My home sweet home

My happy place