Social (In)Justice

pitiful attempt
to show the world justice
ditching the walkout

after school, they beg
for classwork i can’t explain
in four short minutes

but the ones who stayed
sit, work with me for hours
tackling learning

one interrupts us
asking where the food bank is
to feed his family

i’m taken aback
a perfect student, born here
why is he hungry?

then, the Taliban:
lost her mother in Iran
falling off a horse

social injustice
propels their failed walkout day
served up after school

a dish to take home
a harder bite to swallow
as schools save us all

Rules of Childhood

challenging poses
stave off pre-holiday cold
virus can’t beat me

candy-scented home
bowls brimming with sugar dreams
homage to his mom

girls learn gift giving
how to think beyond themselves
wrapped in red ribbon

i’d wrap happiness
and place it under the tree
if it would save them

childhood rules us
far beyond its eighteen years
may theirs be happy

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Birthday Blessings

Friday afternoon
lights fall to meet autumn nights
but you are not here

knowing, my heart aches
secrecy’s not my style
but brutal truth hurts

i’d take back the words
but they’re lost in confession
forgiven, lost, here

just as you should be
beside me with hugs in hand
building my haiku

instead she shows me
engraved Jack Daniels bottle
twenty-one years out

i tell her i’ll cry
and write her a poem later
about that bottle

never in his mouth
infancy or twenty-one
may he rest in peace

you and i would cry
after she left us drinking
but you’re not here, friend

the way the world works
i won’t have you beside me
twenty-one years out

Piles

flooded by piles
poorly-written papers burn
insides of my eyes

my stalking student
piles breakfast, lunch, dinner
always needing help

close and lock the door
is what the experts tell me
what if that were me?

i bring home piles
that pile bags under eyes
and work in silence

quick pasta dinner
vibrant girls’ homework piles
i rush to the gym

breathe in, then breathe out
my body piles relief
yoga saves the day

School

i learned there’s no guilt
like the guilt of motherhood
my Tuesday lesson

tossing and turning
don’t turn remorse into gold
they make me feel old

whispers in the hall
worse than when i was in school
oh wait–i’m here. school.

we mock others’ pain
forgetting our own swallows
mixed up with sorrows

three deaths, intervention
wrap up semester’s longing
for life, a new life

we all want sunsets
bright red-circle memories
to bring back our youth

then we’d be in school
that captive institution
we couldn’t flee from

my Tuesday lesson:
mouth shut, sunsets disappear
mouth open, truth shines

Still

post-holiday blues
hit harshly with shocking news
life is bought… and used

i want to reach her
change winter into summer
make her heart stronger

instead i break words
exchange lies for the absurd
to still what they’d heard

it is a mistake
the asked-for silence i break
lies i cannot take

they’ll still question me
my face burning by degrees
bring me to my knees

have i lost a friend?
or would this have been her end?
demons she will tend

on the other side
of the shadow where she hides
i’m still on her side

Do the Math

so many years back
you sat behind me in math
and offered friendship

now my girls grumble
dress-ups and smiles now gone
where are my children?

i want them to live
to love like each day’s their last
will they forgive me?

i’m not eleven
though i remember too well
that ache from within

when nothing quite fits
but the soul you’re searching for
that you just can’t find

i want the smile
the go-with-me-anywhere
girls who i once had

i guess they’re gone now
lost in electronic maze
hearts closed to new friends

she looks just like you
it’s what i hear every day
just do the math, friend

she’s nothing like me
more brazen and justified
not like you and i

La Casa de Bernarda Alba

for oppressed women
suicide is the answer
to questioned love

Reformation

jury’s our last hope
but freedom doesn’t ring here
let’s chime a new bell

with the sweet timber
of metallic liturgy
that brought us this dream

Through Rain, Snow, Through Sleet and Hail

snowvember? not here
just the quiet stroll we lost
when we had children

nostalgia beckons
as we walk memory lane
our steps measure years

with each one, we search,
measure moments made for them
there’s no going back

some shops have changed, closed
vanished behind snowy doors
how harsh, winter’s sting

others, just the same
thousand-year flood resistant
just like he and i

the snow leads us home
to a house empty of screams
sound gone, i miss them

the quiet stroll lost
has changed faces with seasons
now love floods our lives

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