Nine Months
You’ve been outside as much as in.That’s quite the milestone.In eighteen total months of life,just look how much you’ve grown!
Feet
My right foot is quite comfortable.It wears a pink-striped sock.My left foot, though, is bare and cold,like a river rock.I have two seasons sitting here,two textures when I walk.
Friends
Friends will call and help you knowthat rain will fall and grass will showand spring will come and poems will flow.
Who Knew?
Who knew it was going to be so hard?Who knew life wasn’t easy or fair?Who knew? And who was gonna care?Who knew?You knew.And you were there.
Sunshine Blues
I need a little bit of sunshine in my life.I don’t need parties. I don’t need spice.I just gotta have some vitamin D synthesized.Oh, I need some sunshine in my life.
Only So Much You Can Do
It seems I have no timeif I wake up latebut when I wake up earlyI can’t stay up past eight.I’d like to need less sleep.My baby’d like that too.But we’re getting ready for bed.There’s only so much you can do!
If Gas Were Free
If gas were freeI would know this town,not inside, but out,just from driving up and down.If gas were freewe’d wear out these treads–like the back page of an atlasthat’s been well used, well read.If gas were freewe’d be in the … Continued
Strong Consciousness
“Why doesn’t she stay asleep?”I beg with a sigh.“Our baby has a strong consciousness,”is my husband’s reply,as she rolls to a crawl and agreeswith a twinkle in her eye.
Privacy
I’ve written poems you’ll never see.They’re as not-for-you as a life at sea.It’s just a matter of privacy.