just a small difference:
American leftovers
versus Honduran
It’s All in the Sauce
just a small difference:
American leftovers
versus Honduran
poetry
Calm After Storm
blue sky autumn day
blue as our new president
not perfect, but. still.
Quaranturkey
work interrupted
my man carving the turkey
so my boy stepped in
my girls made the pies
and set the grateful table
(we made this loss work)
just the six of us
celebrating our health
in a health-hell year
Closed Eyes
lost in her paintings
i want them to see beauty
but they just won’t look
Quarantine Scenario #437
hidden behind mask
is my sixteen-year-old girl
(her pandemic grin)
i hope to win her
with walks, drives, conversations
just like the old days
Black Cat Magic
waiting for my food
i am the queen of this chair
so leave me alone
Mom to Teen
i can’t win with her
(this pandemic doesn’t help)
so here we are. trapped.
So Pretty
LL Bean flannel
(New England is in my blood)
and will keep us warm
A Gift from 2020
a personal gift
from her aunt, for Sweet Sixteen
ripped open, stolen
how dark can it get?
two Honduran hurricanes,
pandemic, no school?
and now birthday gifts
being stolen from our porch
while we sit like sheep?
Heartstrings
yes, he can smile
with a photographer’s touch
the magic comes out
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