I’ll take you to the pool,
and we’ll go out on walks
and pluck up blades of grass
and learn to not eat rocks,
and I’ll push you in the swing
and we’ll watch your dad brew beer
and picnic on the yard
if we have summer this year.
Eggs
Eggs for breakfast,
omelets for lunch,
eggs on salads,
and boiled to munch.
Eggs in the basket
and eggs in the nest,
but the chickens are tired.
They’ve decided to rest.
This Time
This silence is a welcome rest.
This space is where I think.
This time is like an empty cup
that’s filled up to the brink.
“Your Baby’s First Year”
“Your Baby’s First Year,”
and some cover art
remind me–– it’s almost gone!
And it breaks my heart.
Shade
Some trees outlive us.
Some trees we outlive.
And if everything stayed alive
to shade our perfect lives
we would have to be
the very first to die.
Strong Hands
Your strong hands on the chainsaw,
and your strong arms have a knack
for getting it done, although it’s not fun.
Now I need strong hands for your back.
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-seven books checked out from the library
and I can only read one at a time.
But to the library I go, and I can’t say no
to a book whose name calls to mine.