The mailwoman comes just once a day,
so I just check the mailbox once.
I know that all the junk will come,
just once a day, about at lunch.
My email comes in when it pleases,
and so I could check it constantly
just to find, like the paper mail,
there’s rarely anything for me.
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If you have missed my poetry,
well, I have missed it too.
Each day flies past
so very fast
and there’s so much to do.
So if you’ve missed my poetry,
please give me some first lines
or leave a comment
with a topic
and I’ll respond with rhymes.
I Will Be Tired Today
I will be tired today.
My thoughts will be with those
who worked all night,
or prayed all night,
or defended their own lives
all night.
And I just can’t sleep,
knowing there are
poems to be written,
words to be said…
like something to be said
for my big, safe, warm bed.
Forgiving
Well there’s no such thing as free,
free lunch, free love, free living.
There’s a cost for everything…
and a God who is forgiving.
Plank
There’s a plank in my eye,
and it hurts a lot,
but I think someone else
put this plank in this spot!
Right Now
In the morning sun, when your shadow is long,
I see how you’re growing, healthy and strong,
and how you will be so tall someday
and what a joy it will be to watch you play.
And when it is later, almost noon,
your shadow curls up, almost like a cocoon;
I remember when you were a baby just born
and I long to hold you like on your first morn.
And as the day goes, and the sun sets too fast,
I think of the present, the future and past,
and your shadow gets longer, and you’re a day older
and a little voice whispers, “Right now– you should hold her.”
June
June, when all things warm, even my heart,
which, when it’s cold, is difficult to start.
June, when flowers bloom and blows the breeze,
and it becomes so easy just to sneeze.