one out of seven
fought back poverty with books
same family, same chance
i see my students
make these same choices–young! yet–
old enough to know
should i fight for them?
for a dream they look for?
or is it my dream?
this i’ll never know
but i’d be one of seven
and fight my way out
family
That’s Motherhood
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
Cinco de Mayo
free Sunday funday
festive city opens spring
with cartwheels and dolls
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Heavenly
on your first Mother’s Day,
you will sit under the sun.
rain clouds won’t creep in
to cover the sky with gray.
puffy white balls of cotton
will sprinkle the blue
with heavenly sparkles tinged
with the gold from your heart.
on your first Mother’s Day,
you will hold your womb close
and your memories closer
(let them fly, those clouds)
you will drink iced tea
on a deck that shines
like a knight in armor,
ready to face the fight.
on your first Mother’s Day,
you will tip your glass
to all that could have been
and all that will be… soon
you will face the heavenly blue,
your eyes clear with sun
dipped in heavenly gold.
you will remember… and forgive
on your first Mother’s Day,
you will have the hope that holds,
the heavenly hope that makes us see
how blue-sky-sunny our dreams can be.
Webbed
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
Mirror, Mirror
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
April Showers
her news rains on me
slicker than wet spring sidewalks
so slippery, life
Gladiolas
yet. the pink flowers
beautiful bargain for me
for the love he shares
Silver Streaks of Rain
with my old playlist
i fight an uphill battle
pedal into wind
your words lost on me
abandonment tastes bitter
as you once told me
silver streaks of rain
cross winds with old memories
i. never. give. up.
ten minutes to spare,
i make my destination.
(you are nowhere near)
my life without you:
la lengua extranjera
que no puedes ver
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
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