I walked into the Wal-Mart, shocked, by red and pink and golden boxes. This kind of love is nice and shiny, the packaging so bright it blinds me. These teddy bears and cards with poems are nice, but they can’t … Continued
There are, of course, things to despise about an old house, as I may detail in some later post. Hey, a bunch of these “things to love” are just cleverly-disguised banes of my existence. But some of these little details are truly charming. I would … Continued
I have been writing poetry lately– actually quite a bit. But it’s all in the form of song lyrics and the songs are still being formed. I finished this one within a day so that I could publish it on … Continued
Here’s the last poem I wrote, “December Rhymes With Remember,” turned into a song.
December rhymes with remember.I remember liking the snowand loving the feeling of sugar highs reelingand dancing to Mannheim on the stereo. Christmas pretty much rhymes with wish listsfor new stuff and happy days of yore.But I’m sure my first year … Continued
You had fallen down the stairs before,my rough and tumble child.And you got up to play some more.You only had a little while.I have brushed tears off your cheeksand gravel from your knees.But all our strength is still too weakfor … Continued
I tell my husband my ideas; some are smart, some just wild.He says “Don’t quit your day job!” as he smiles at our child,and “Go for it! You’re home, so what are you afraid of?”I get to be a mom … Continued
If you never know what it’s like to be caught up, to cross off your whole list, to have nothing left to do, then at least let yourself by caught up in love.
We make our homes beautifulto sell them.And what about ourselves?
When you wake up in the morning with a list of things to do,and a sleepy-headed husband says that there’s a gift for you,and that it’s bigger than a breadbox and that it is upstairs,and you look but cannot find … Continued