Mother’s Day

Holding Girlie in my arms she sleeps smiling in innocence I don't have memories of being held I remember the soft hand on my forehead checking my fever there was always a fever I was not a frail child Keeping up with older brothers climbing jumping swinging running was natural for the youngest to do…

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It’s all in her head 2/15/2017

He woos her with stares and lowered glances a subtle smile that meets his eyes. She dreams of what could should be when? soon she hopes. His love is direct, visceral hers indirect and all encompassing. Not faults, just ways of being now and in her dreams. * Kindling for a bonfire needs leaves, twigs,…

Transitions

Getting ahead seems like an impossibility when tripped up by pain, most foul, smile I laugh in the face of discomfort There is no position to ease the fire in my back. On futon, on mattress, on couch, on floor, on mat, on carpet, no more no more. I've a sleeping cat on my thighs…

Water

"Watah!" says Girlie from the back seat. "I get wet." Everyday, every fountain, sprinkler, lake, pond, stream or puddle we pass she declares with the sweetness of a three year old. Not a request, just a statement of fact.

It’s over

Another holiday that isn't as important as it is dreaded. It's over Love is all the days of the year All the thoughts in my head Songs I know you like I put in a mixed tape I write you poetry and read it aloud to you A smile, a warm feeling, a hug and…

I am thankful for

the spontaneous hot hugs from my little germ spreader. Girlie has a fever, but has had no seizures. Hacking cough, sniffling schnozz, drool covered fingers, surrounded by a striped red, grey and cream comforter and the debris of used tissues. She has learned to ask for tissues instead of sharing the wealth of ectoplasm with…

The End

It is the end of the summer season Yesterday, I put on a long sleeved tunic Not a halter top, sundress or brightly colored brief top The days of heat and humidity are coming to a close like my squash plants covered in powdery mildew Bearing fruit, the dying plant produces babies as if it…

Conversation

Palpitations every evening make me wonder Why is it? Why am I? What shall I do? Breathe and weed, breath and weed. Barefoot in soil, step in the garden Catch a child mid air Laugh and stare, laugh and stare. She giggles at bugs then asks for a hug. I understand I live for this…

Happy Mother’s Day

This is to all the mothers, fathers, grandparents, siblings, relatives, foster parents, step parents, friends and mentors who have mothered those little people we love so. You don't have to give birth to them to do the job. Enjoy the day!

The Nap

It's nap time "un-uh" What is this? "un-uh" You are two young lady you still have to take a nap "un-uh" Okay, this is where I start to remember, channel my safe haven inside me, breathe through my nose, slowly. There is no fight about this. It simply is. Time For A NAP. The story…