Stop the Attack!

Several years ago, my poem "Germs" was published in Jack and Jill magazine. 

I thought it might be a good time to share it again. 

Germs

Germs crawl on fingers.
Live on toes. 
They love to jump 
inside your nose.

They'll bother you
Until you sneeze.
You'll cough and snort
Shiver and freeze.

Your stomach aches
High fever jumps.
Your skin's covered
With little bumps.

What can you do?
Stop the attack!
Scrub your hands 
Both front and back!

*Just to note-these are not the symptoms of COVID-19. Just a generalization of illness.

Naptime: A poem

I wrote this poem a few years ago after one of our grandkids told me I had a soft lap. 

Naptime

When I want to take a nap

I crawl up in my grandma’s lap.

Comfy,

Cozy,

Soft,

And sweet

Grandma’s lap puts me to sleep.

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©Penny Frost McGinnis

December in a Small Town

December

Santa and Frosty came from the Marathon gas station in Lynchburg

wreaths,

candy canes grace

small town

Main Street.

Santa's coming,

Jingle Bells plays,

Nativity's in place.

Carolers jostle down the street 

Christmas tea.

Evergreens twinkle 

in windows,

on street corners.

Christmas lives

in small town.

Small town.

My town.

Your town.

Grow up

And grow memories

In small town.

This is part of the poem "Small Town" I wrote about growing up and raising my children in Lynchburg, Ohio.

To read the whole poem go to: 

http://www.pennyfrostmcginnis.com/p/small-town-oem.html