Amy Secrist

Tag: domestic life

  • Love’s Gravity

    Before earth uncovers sun, I hear small feet and giggles, the clutch of kids waking, crowing for morning’s warmth. Before day moves night aside, I hear husband’s solid breathing, the laborer still resting, soaking up time’s ease. Before life lights up, I hear myself move toward standing, the tenderer, brewing and baking, filling little bellies, big…

  • What Time?

    “Mama, Mama, Mama.” They call like newborn birds. They scramble to get to my criss-crossed lap. They throw silky arms about my neck, downy feathers in the breeze. I stop what I am doing, what I’ve not yet begun, with an eye to future’s empty nest, my raising work all done.  

  • Drum the Cello

    Bits of hurried meals scatter beneath the table: sauced penne, broccoli, bread, chocolate covered raisins. Strands of hair fall unheard across the rooms: brown and blonde, long and not-so-long. Art implements cover all horizontal planes: crayons (the floors), markers (the chairs), papers and pencils (the tables). Everywhere my eyes see shreds, scraps, and specks. I should…