Christmas Cookies

he’s no idea

what he’s got himself into

with these crazy girls

cookies are cookies.

we will cut, bake, decorate.

’cause it’s what we do.

arms, metal, ginger:

what is a holiday scent?

molasses. that’s it.

and soft-spun sugar

ready to perfect Christmas

with gingerbread sweets.

COVID Birthday

ice-cold Tuesday night

(ice skating on a weeknight?)

icing on the cake

we must stay outside

we must wear masks, be cautious

we must learn to live

all out of the house?

all the teens out together?

all the miracles

the boy taught himself

the boy had never skated

my boy taught himself

Never Gets Old

almost all love skis

and that’s enough for today

that, and fresh powder

The Tree Savior

some rough beginnings

can end in the perfect way

for a perfect day

Lit

Almost a year ago, we invited this boy home for Christmas because he was living in a youth shelter.

We brought him downtown to see this beautiful tree.

And what a year it has been. Challenging in more ways than we ever thought imaginable, and all of us adjusting to this new life of having a brother and a son in the midst of a pandemic.

Here we are, standing under these same lights. And aren’t they still beautiful?

Even Kitty Creates Art

my little artist

(not so little anymore)

always new designs

creating Christmas

from the tree to ornaments

all hand-made with love

Senior Year Milestone One

dream school acceptance

in the midst of this nightmare

that’s 2020

what next, i wonder?

how will we survive all this

with all that we face?

the box comes early

before breath has settled us

into this next step

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

Sweet Sixteen in a Bittersweet Year

the day starts with tests

to secure her friends’ safety

in this COVID year

negative is good

whoever thought it’d be good

to be negative?

and so, she smiles

and we blow up the balloons

(losing one to wind)

and the four friends come

and she’s happy for just a day

of this lonely life

Just Three Words

Vamos a ganar

with this American map

he knows nothing of

every moment counts

and he has read my soul here

with these three small words