She Is Sleeping
There she is, so fast asleep.Her arms are limp, her head sunk deepupon the sheets. So let us keepthe lights down low. Don’t make a peep.Just catch your breath and let her sleep.
Uh-Oh
You can only say “uh-oh” if it was a mistake.Tell that to my child as I mop up this lake.
Real
Sometimes I am surprised by just how real my baby is. Like– she knows how I feel!
If My Vagina Were a Gun
(In response to this poem by almost the same title) If my vagina were a gun, how careful I would be,knowing that it could mean life or death to somebody.If my vagina were a gun, yes I’d treat it with … Continued
Celebrate Responsibility
Back home before the fireworks,because I have a babyand babies are not freedom.Lets have fireworks on Labor Day and Mother’s Day and Father’s Day,and maybe not so late at night,to celebrate responsibility.
Monitor
“Why is my butt crying?”I wondered in my head.Then I remembered I wore the monitorand the crying was in bed.
Surprised
You fall, and you’re surprised.And we’re surprised that you don’t cry.And I guess that you are wiseto choose not to cry without a why.
A Luka Luka Bluka
A luka luka bluka leh?Yes, soon we will go out and play.Ek koba kuba goba woo?Yes, and daddy will come too.Odak odook bolayaglo.Oh, now that I didn’t know.A deeka deeka beeka nee.I love it when you talk to me.
Sleeping
Sleeping is not easy, at least not for me. But you– maybe. No, sleep is not my forte. And so I empathize with my baby.
Games
We have a shelf of games.We do not play them muchbecause our baby likes to eatdice and tiles and such.When she’s around, cards quakeand checkers try to flee.She thinks it is a game,and we cannot disagree.