“Once a King”
By Michael Pirus
As the Princess plays, forever my heart grows bigger!
What is this love, sweeter than the purest of sugar?
At night we talk about the things that lie ahead.
Every night I give her kisses just before she runs off to bed.
There once was a time when I could slay the biggest of her beasts.
Now that I have grown older, I feel I am in less and less of her needs.
As I watch my princess grow, I know that she will someday leave.
I will watch her venture out on her own to fulfill her hopes and dreams.
She now knows the love of a prince that she seems to need.
I think my heart is broken; yes, this is indeed.
I just miss the times when she would sit upon my knee.
I just miss the times when I once felt like I was the king.
“I am currently in my second semester of a two-year business degree. I wrote this poem for my daughter Britney."
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“Eighty-One”
By Tina Kolberg Lee
Grandma was eighty-one when she died.
Everyone said she had lived a nice long life.
I thought that too.
What thirty years will do.
My dad was eighty-one when he died.
I think now, it wasn't his time to go.
even though he had lived a nice long life,
not long enough for me.
Now eighty-one seems young to me.
I will have to wait now
to see what another thirty years will do.
