i want the cute cat
and not the cracked-up pavement
through the broken woods
it's almost over
(we say goodbye tomorrow)
for now, there's a view
my baby's driving
(i can't believe she's fifteen)
and finding her way
the youngest’s birthday
(an early celebration)
before big sis leaves
Toy Story 3. Now.
i could carry the bag out
and cry all morning
a toy, a trigger?
my girl is off to college.
(this is no cartoon).
and so he will stay.
though i know she will leave me.
each grinning their truth.
with a perfect score
my youngest surprises me
(she’s ready to drive)
like this worn-out dog
i have nearly given up…
yet, i’m a Taurus.
and so i garden
though it, too, is a failure
stolen by flowers
this year’s loss, in pics:
weeds and grass and tearing out
for one little heart
twenty-three years back
i married this blue-eyed boy
who brings me my sun
before the long drive,
enjoy the perfect park. shop.
soak up cousin time.
eat your sister’s meal
till the next time you see her.
too long (just too long).
your daughters will drive.
together, we can make it.
we will rule the night.
it’s all we can rule
with the oldest off to school
we can rule the night.
cycling through hills
of perfectly green horse farms
before paddling
bucket lists are short
but should include Kentucky
for its soft beauty
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