Moons, Spoons and Muffin Mans
written by: Emalisa Rose
With my Brooklyn born twang,
I sing to him, the first of my
grandkids. But I’ve grown out
of practice, forgetting some words
to these old nursery rhymes
as dogs become cats
farmer rings bell and
I substitute quack quacks
for moo moos with wheels
on the bus going round
through the town.
With the choir of moons
spoons and muffin mans
he coos and I smile,
while his eyes study mine
and I sing to him.
When not writing poetry Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and birding. She volunteers in animal rescue tending to cat adoptions and cat colonies. She works as a lunch lady in a public school in NYC. Her work has appeared in Spillwords, MadSwirl, Amethyst Review and other fine places. Her latest work, "Ten random wrens," can be found on the website of Maverick Duck Press.
Latest posts by Emalisa Rose (see all)
- Moons, Spoons and Muffin Mans - November 15, 2025
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