I am rich with acorns, rocks, and twigs, leaves with rusted colors, and precious weedling sprigs…
Category: Parenthood
Flurry
“Elsa hasn’t come to our house yet,” she says, looking at the sky. It’s the end of winter, and it’s 60 degrees…” A poem about southern Winters
Home
“Start small— a seedling leaning in the shade of a giant…” It’s not really about a tree…
Hymn of the Little Pink Pen
“The little pink pen click-clicks, offbeat with the rise of the song, but she smiles and tells me it sings….” A poem about praise and parenthood
Toddler Sonnet #4
“…. actuality I now suspend, For I will not accept sticker’s decay….” A poem about the tragedy of losing a sticker
Baby Sonnet #3
“O, how I long to see the stars, Mama….” A poem about a baby reaching for the stars
Toddler Sonnet #3
“Can I explain the wonders that I see….” A poem about imaginative play
