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.

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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…

Breakfast

Girlie was channeling a dolphin this morning. The squealing was from joy not distress but still painful to my ears none the less. She finished her third bowl of cereal then poured her milk in the high chair tray, splashing is part of her fun in any liquid. Naptime came and she was impossible to…

Many Springs

"okee mamee?" she asks and places her tiny hand on my shoulder. My face is on the floor again staring sideways at the sea of brown blond gold carpet listening to the neverending sound of the furnace vibrating through the galvanized vents. "Woof," she barks while jumping to emphasize the sound, proud that she can…

Winter Sunshine

The clouds parted I saw rather than felt the sun as the wind blew camouflage to block the light "Ah, winter," I sighed, "when will it end? Each year the season picks its victims and we shut down lacking vitamin D cursing the bitter cold the ache the stiff joints that creak louder each year.…