yes, the Broncos won.
but Rio overcame fear:
the true victory.
Super Bowl Ski
yes, the Broncos won.
but Rio overcame fear:
the true victory.
parenting
Throwback Thursday
i want this time back:
three still-young girls, a castle
(Portuguese heaven)
No Theft Today
January thaw
before the snowstorm sets in
brings preteen joy back
she rides her scooter,
climbs a few trees, swings youth back
(perfect afternoon)
To-Do List
an organized life
that she inherits from me
mother to daughter
Freeze Talk
i want this captured
to remember this evening
(dark, icy outside)
not the budget talk,
the back talk, the endless talk
sucking life from days
this. this song, this spin,
this moment of childhood.
ice the sweet playground
no darkness. no cold.
warmth found in sisters’ giggles
that silence all talk.
January Flurries
scheduling request
based on lawsuits they have lost
adds work to my plate
there’s no equity
for teachers, kids, or parents
trying to get by
so i’ll wake early
make gradebooks for fake classes
and do twice the work
i just want to know:
who has time to litigate
with kids in their life?
questions unanswered
to close a winter Monday
just sprinkled with sun
Stolen
thievery on kids
with granted Christmas wishes:
a new kind of low
scooter happiness
snatched from public library
while books stole our hearts
between this and puke
and sis stuck in Kentucky
(in snow of all things)
this week weighs heavy
for this mom, sister, teacher
(no end to winter)
but the sun was high
and we’re rich with two jobs now
(solved our scooter blues)
and we have love here
stolen from youth to old age
given to these girls
She Comes… I Stay
burst from these dark days
of post-holiday winter
news to change a life
(or ten thousand lives)
cause that’s how many she’ll touch
in her tenure here
this comes full circle
(the young-mother sacrifice,
the risky Spain year)
to work with passion
to be led with compassion
to love, love my school
it’s all i’ve wanted
thirteen years waiting for strength
to be my leader
Black and White and Blue
winter-lit moments
after seventeen hours
are worth the world
clean house, soft kitty
best: sun in January
will soothe me to sleep
Los Ganadores
fourteen class hours
in three days. cold winter walk
to house of illness.
no breaks this weekend
as oldest tells project woes
(procrastination)
middle craves pancakes
but class again tomorrow
allows no bake time
(he’ll be up all night
holding a pail for baby
to give me this chance)
as it’s always been–
i work, work, work… he supports
(and we’re all winners)
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