by Danielle Koehler | Aug 2, 2021 | Poems
The rhymes I write aren’t erudite. Don’t look between the lines For lofty purpose in the verse, ’cause It’s not there to find. The words, you see, are memories This author chose to store In tight confines of...
by Danielle Koehler | Aug 2, 2021 | Poems
“What Dad doesn’t remember his kid’s first flawed little-league homerun. No world series finish was ever so epic and few sports moments before or after so special!” At the top of the fifth, With the score tied at ten, The bases were loaded, But no runs yet in. Two men...
by Danielle Koehler | Aug 2, 2021 | Poems
“I have seen many heroic and amazing performances in countless Olympic Games in my lifetime. None will ever compare to this gymnastics routine I witnessed as a young father.“ Her first gymnastics’ meet it was. I won’t forget the date. Just three weeks...
by Danielle Koehler | Aug 2, 2021 | Poems
“As a toddler, when he was in the room no window was safe, no vase was too high, and no remote existed which couldn’t be disassembled. A total joy!“ So proud I am of my first son. My girl’s as sweet as any come. For laughs, though, it’s my youngest one Who...
by Danielle Koehler | Aug 2, 2021 | Poems
“We’ve all been there as Dads. It could have been beans, or carrots, or brussel sprouts … but we got out-maneuvered by our precious child” Said the Dad to his girl At the table one night, “Eat your beans now, my sweet, There’re only four bites. And if you...
