three theme paragraphs
if saved could build your essay
not important though
apathy rules school
am i wrong to wonder why?
or wasting my time?
disorganized hope
for a better tomorrow
can it ever come?
Month: April 2015
Storytime
storytime request
pippi longstocking brings us
back to younger years
i’ve blinked and they’ve grown
can read their own stories now
though they still listen
it won’t be long now
i’ll blink again, they’ll be gone
pippi lost to truth
Shaped
geology gold
found in mud, driveable hikes
Denver makes beauty
Actual Advice Please
one more blog bragging
about money saving tips
i’m gonna lose it
it’s easy to save
when your salary’s double
what a teacher earns
i can just get by
three kids, two jobs, zero debt
yet no spare nickel
a livable wage
is all i am asking for
not a useless post
try living on this:
string of broken promises
thin enough to break
Parental Confession
how much easier
life would be without children
yet how meaningless
Suddenly Sixteen
so long since i heard
the song that stole youth from me
suddenly sixteen
(how i wanted love
searched in all the wrong places
but looking, lost it
love is not in arms
whose words depend on lyrics
that he didn’t write)
yet, the song melts me
cooking dinner in the kitchen
i can’t even stir
face flustered, hot
not from the steaming pot
but steamy sixteen
the righteous brothers
know the right way to make me
suddenly sixteen
La Escuela de Verano
finally, a chance
spring breaks through with summer hope
work for road trip dream
Sunday Summary
blueberry waffles
begin a windy spring day
end of sleepovers
playground half empty
we watch cormorants build nests
wait for timeliness
it comes with patience
for people nothing like us
who make Rio grin
oldest gets her wish
while younger two learn to sew
with grandma’s guidance
kids’ clothes for one buck
the gift Goodwill offers me
shorts for all summer
medium rare steak
(vegetarian’s nightmare)
my chef-made dream meal
so ends my Sunday
sister talk moves toward kindness
summer dreams await
Cycling through the City
teary-eyed ending
to fifteen-mile bike ride
oh, but donut grin
we stopped at projects
perfect playground, tire swings
Africans playing
(my dream neighborhood:
kids play outside, not with screens
poverty beats us???)
my middle child
pedaling through our city
here: my home, my heart
Blossom Tunnels
exhaustion steals me
i work my way through Friday
observation hell
through tunnels, i walk
blossom tunnels home to them
energy wrapped up
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