If Mom Were President, she’d set things straight
She would battle for causes just….

Read the rest of the poem here.

Sara, my 9 year old, narrated my poem, If Mom Were President with the illustrations by Joye Petrine.  I put the Battle Hymm of the Republic in the background.

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Enjoy!

I posted a presentation, public speaking, video clip back on KreativeKnowledge.com.  It has an anecdotal story about when Christopher woke me frantically and gave me an amazing lesson about the opportunity to live each day.  He didn’t know he was doing this but I was struck anyway.

Here is a poem I wrote while flying to a speaking engagement a few years ago.  I got off the plane, called Laura and read it to her, and heard her crying on the other end of the phone.  Such is life with a Hyperactive Boy…  I suppose, she might say the same about a Hyperactive Husband…

THE HYPERACTIVE BOY
by: Matthew Moran - Copyright (c) 2003

Too loud is how I speak
  In the morning, I’ve beat the sun again
  The world spins too slowly & sleep cannot contain me

Too fast is how I run
  Through this house just waking, a bull in a china shop

Too impatient is how I cannot wait
  For the rest of my family, and again there is no sleeping in this Saturday

Too shattered is the glass
  That I’ve dropped to the floor – clumsy but beyond embarrassment

Shattered like the silence in the yelling
Of my mother, father, brother, sister & me
An angry prevailing common chorus

Shattered again like my heart & psyche
But I shrug-feigning & feeling apathy

Too soft is my Mother who in love and shame
  Holds me – stroking my hair

Too quiet & still I lay
  One or two toes moving because something always must…move

Too proud my Father telling someone
  Of something I have said – “Genius, genius!” the words used

Too means also, also is additional, additional is more
  More laughter & tears, more fun & pain, more life!
I’m a hyperactive boy!

We visited Dr. Grossman who did a cursory check on Laura and said, “Let’s go down to the hospital and have this baby.”

4 hours later he said, “It’s a girl!  A NOISY BIG GIRL!!”

Sara Jean was 9 lbs, 14 oz

She’s no longer a big girl, more sleek these days..but she is noisy!

Here are some pics thru the years.

This one is affectionately known as, “The Happy Picture”

….not because Sara is happy, although she sure looks happy, but…well, just look at it.  Stare it for awhile and you will start to feel happy.  That’s the affect is has on me.  More pictures of Sara through the years below…

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I set my alarm last night for 2:35am - so I could watch the eclipse.  Jessica woke up to take a look too.

Using the camera feature of my DV Camcorder, I took these images.  This is a progression from partial to total eclipse.

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