how long

Photos of the kids running through the sprinkler,

Blowing bubbles,

Chasing our Aussie…

Captions you assign

Like, ‘James praying’ as

He prepares to dive and

Poop patrol—well, we know what that means.

But the one caption

You left out,

The unspoken one,

Hangs

Like a bubble

Over both our heads:

‘How long?’

 

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motherhood

It would be easy

If being a mother
Were as simple
As hearts and flowers
And greeting cards—

But it isn’t.

It’s temper and tears,
Anguish and fears—

Mornings
When getting up or lying down

Makes
Little difference.

But every now and then
You look into their eyes
And realize…

Despite all the tiredness
The frustration and fights,

There is something
Of you in each of them—

And for an instant

You know real joy…
Enough to last a whole lifetime—
As long as you remember
This moment

The next time you feel sad.

 

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one perfect thing

You and I
With child,
Have made one perfect thing.

Now, the mind lays track
Into the winter grayness
On a voyage
To a new beginning.

And it goes as a train
Without understanding.

And if it derails
Or shunts the night,
Or a whole series of nights,

It is of no consequence…

For you and I
With child,
Have made one perfect thing

Of our lives.

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all things red

When I think of you
I see a rosy blur
Of holly berries and bird cherries…

As lovely as the setting sun.

I don’t take our love for granted-
I throw your heart ahead of me

In the battle for each day,

To be requited,
To win your respect,
And hopefully possess your love.

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meteor shower

Out on the lawn,

Flat on our backs,

Hoping to see

A falling star’s track.

The stars of our youth

So far, so high,

Rain down upon us

With scarcely a sigh.

And all of our hopes

And burning bright dreams,

Fall out of heaven

By God’s stern decree.

The stars that you fashioned

For each child you bore

Are fallen as well

And hanging no more.

So what have we learned

From heaven’s bright scene?—

That the brightest of diamonds

Are but pieces of dreams.

 

Inspired by the Perseid Meteorite shower of August 12, 2011

 

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