My oldest daughter slips into her shoes
before slipping out the door
on her date with Dad.
She tells me,
“Have fun taking care of the little ones –
Remember: it’s hard, but they’re precious.”
Category Archives: Poems
The little one stands
The little one stands
on a landscaping stone,
throws his arms up and hollers,
“Ta-da!” He stands next on a
circle of wet dirt in a backyard
full of green grass and proclaims,
“Ta-da!” He recognizes himself
as remarkable and trusts that we’ll agree.
If I’d forgive myself my faults, I could join his company.
A First Butterfly-Kiss
My lashes are touching
his smooth, waiting cheek
and I blink, blink, blink, blink –
he looks at me slowly,
the corner of his mouth
turning up in happy bewilderment –
he looks at me
with half-closed eyes,
lifts his cheek and tells me, “again!”
