This past March was tense and difficult. The 11th was Babu’s birthday but instead of her, we had a job. Adam’s uncle, Tony, came from Tennessee and helped to start the process of doling out things that were hers and now theirs. You can imagine how that can go. At some point one night during…
Tag: National Poetry Month
Off Topic (Only Kind Of)
To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow. ~ Audrey Hepburn I plant my gardens because I also believe in yesterday. There is something I love to write about, have to write about, especially this time of year. My garden! Although, I like to think of it as our garden. You would think that…
Caretaking Haiku Part Two
For the more Kerouac type of Haiku writer. (Not strictly 5-7-5!) She lives in a sauna with cold hands and we all just sweat for her. Gets a weekly flower – We talk about it for seven days. She’s no longer allowed to pick up things off the floor. Still does. When…
Caretaking Haiku
5-7-5 for you traditional types: Boney, Arthritic hugs. The strongest and longest I’ve ever gotten. Her face gets big and happy when I now know what her Polish words mean. Feel like a complete failure- ran out of oatmeal Not even aware. She learns we don’t have oatmeal today, waves quick…
The Doors in This House 4/3/16
In this house I must keep fighting with the porch door, They close all throughout this house but don’t latch. The only way to win is to slam it hard And wiggle the handle wildly. He wakes from the other room, It’s past noon And is yelling at the sound. We aren’t sleeping well Too…
The Gift That on Most Days She Hasn’t Lost 4/3/16
The Gift That on Most Days She Hasn’t Forgotten 4/3/16 As she continues to translate the prayer From Polish to English One of the ones her father taught her In his slow and deliberate way My mind is not with her. Neither knowing Polish or the lord, I use the long time as she closes…
Maps to Where She’s Been
April is National Poetry Month! My mind seemed to have forgotten by not my fingers. I’ve been producing a lot of poems lately. I thought I’d share! Maps to Where She’s Been She fears the murky places in her memory, Places she can no longer go. Ancient cartographers would have simply scrawled “There be dragons”…
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