For David, After Mass on Donut Sunday

Our cheeks rub together,
we are nose to nose,
you grab my hands, my face,
and kiss me from your toes!

Our voices sing together,
Yours much louder than mine;
Your song brings me solace,
and much more joy than wine.  

I consider the way we face the days,
and how at nights I tuck you in;
tomorrow we’ll meet another sun,
a chance to let love in.  

When the Night Comes

When the night comes and wind
swirls past the windows, our little ones roar
and rail against bedtime.  Darkly
they sulk off to brush their teeth, blowing
sighs through their lips, miserable like winter’s
cloud-covered sky, empty like its bare
landscape.  The day’s done in a snap,
the crack of snowman’s brittle twig, his limbs
twisted and crooked, pointing across
the yard to nowhere.  Finally they settle,
and we wish them dreams of spring’s
warm happy sun and summer’s green garden path.