Sunday Eight

autumn visited
for a few wind-chilly hours
today summer’s here.

a ride across town
with a strong daughter attached
is like a new day.

three banjos, a drum
and voices singing kids’ songs
make Sunday perfect.

bike jerseys aren’t cheap,
so it’s a good thing I’m small
and fit a child’s size.

your question is lost
but we can find an answer
if we look deeper.

these boys like their meat
as much as Isabella
ate super porridge.

Riona’s face grins
in my palm like an angel
wrapped up with love.

no one can mess with
Mythili, who already
knows all the books’ words.

Ten Haikus for 2010

Only in Denver
do we enjoy seventy
degrees and then snow.

Running eight hot miles
is easier than having
to say no to you.

Watching Grease again
I wonder if I’m being
their very best mom.

Screaming loud children
are like daffodils: better
when the sun is out.

Two dark chocolate cakes,
one happy hour, zero
days of school: perfect.

Parents who dislike
teachers should home-school their kids
and stop degrading.

Girls wearing dresses
are rainbows shining brightly
after the downpour.

Family is a gift
and also a sacrifice
that makes us complete.

Television steals
moments that we should share to
make the world better.

Spring is a wild breeze
that ushers out winter’s cold
and blows in summer.