Amy Secrist

Tag: love

  • At the Window

    He says,“Mom, come here, Mom,come here a second, Mom.Look out the window.  D’you hear that?Bird?  D’you hear that bird, owl?  Shhh, listen.” Then he tells me,“Your lap, Mom.  I want to sit on your lap, Mom.Fall asleep on you.  Ok?” I say,“Yes, coming.  Just a moment.I see, yes, I hear it.  Mourning dove, I think.”…

  • The Coy Wife

    after Annie Finch At times I can lament my youthwhen body smooth and taut did proveitself blind to age and the passage of Timewhen words o’er ran the banks of meter and rhymeand verse came flawlessly free and streaming.Now the babies, crying then squealingwith delight and true frustration;we are swamped with operation:Family Life.  So now…

  • the inefficiency of love

    I stand in front of a full sink, my leg inches from the dishwasher’s open door,and lean over the racks to add a glass.You are cutting a half circle behind me with a hand fullof forks and spoons, dropping water, marking our path.We lean and wait, and wait and bow, letting each other passwhile water…