blueberry morning
jumping, painting, coloring
make my Mother’s Day
(never mind the fights
the back talk that’s motherhood
the teen wannabes)
to end, we play spoons
the morning snow has melted
we have only blooms
only love we share
with slightly spoiled three girls
who gave me this day
a lasting impact:
two years after Spain living
she still shows interest
group culture project
acoustic guitar homeland
plays her hand at chords
yes, they were too young
to fully understand Spain
what it could offer
but joy of bragging
piques her cultural interest,
memories’ high rates
in the end, worth it
an investment that pays back
one strum at a time
free Sunday funday
festive city opens spring
with cartwheels and dolls
Location:S Saint Paul St,Denver,United States
come down to Jesus
teary search for what matters
(it can’t be plugged in)
but will she listen
or resent me forever?
words lost in life’s web
scribbles on canvas
how can they think this is art?
just listen to kids
honey-dipped cow, sky
dragon claw making magic
blue moon over sea
eye of beholder
applies to art and beauty
we see what we want
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
geology gold
found in mud, driveable hikes
Denver makes beauty
finally, a chance
spring breaks through with summer hope
work for road trip dream
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
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
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