Amy Secrist

Tag: NaPoWriMo

  • 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.”…

  • Stop and Write Some Poems

    Shoes come off, then the socks,stepping lightly o’er the rocks. Wind picks up, kids run wild,flying through the grass awhile. Sitting down, looking up,slowing now to fill the cup. One line here, one verse there,meaning, meaning everywhere. Stop and write some poems.   

  • Sweet Emmanuel

    Chocolate milk in the morning,knee-high hugs good-bye,chocolate-spotted suit pants,dark stains that won’t dry. In what disguise will he turn up today?Distressing, calm, or well?It seems he sleeps and wakes within us,sweet, Sweet Emmanuel. We are each a Christ to one another,each harnessing a dove.We are Christ to each other,loving and being loved.      …