I used to climb on fences
On countertop and tree
Could never understand why grownups
Worried so at me
I knew I was in balance
Where my body was in space
Today I felt that same concern
Show up on my own face
Possibly PMS
I want to toss some bottles
And smash them in the street
I want to shout obscenities
At everyone I meet
I want to tear my calendar
To teeny tiny shreds
And rip my purple foxgloves
From their wooden flower beds
Instead I grab the loppers
And the feelings inside me
And snap the errant branches
From our unsuspecting tree
Sugar and Spice and More Sugar
With jelly smeared on hands and face
She must be first in every race
Making jokes about the potty
By turns she’s fearful, mad, and haughty
Opens freezer, reaches in
Grabs three sweets treat with a grin
Waves them in my face with glee
Takes a bite ‘You can’t stop me!’
No One Ever Told Me
No one ever told me
It was gonna be this bad
If they did, I didn’t listen
And I can’t say that I’m glad
They told me I was talented
They told me I was smart
They said I could be anything
I wanted in my heart
But health, like that naivete
Has vanished with my youth
And pain, fatigue, and fogginess
Are now my living truth
No Choice But To Be Tough
Everything is absolutely rotten
Pain-free life in something long-forgotten
Our kid is sick; she screams in the night
My muscles could not be more tight
Stress messages gush from body to brain
A little blurry with the pain
Chronic illness can be rough
No choice we have but to be tough
Summer Solstice 2023
SUMMER SOLSTICE 2023
My sinuses are swollen
Pollen pools in yellow piles
Thus I take this Solstice Day
And clean out my old files
As we pass through this longest day
And shortest summer night
I toss out that which I don’t need
And start the season right
The Language of the Young
Squeals and shouts and joyful sounds
Echo through the park
The sun’s been down an hour
But they don’t mind the dark
They only speak a few words
Of each other’s mother tongue
But they can speak the universal
Language of the young
Barefoot in the Grass
Last night I had a dream
With no anxiety or fright
I wasn’t naked on a stage
Or lost out late at night
I wasn’t tardy for a test
Or unprepared for class
I simply slipped my shoes off
And danced barefoot in the grass
Father’s Day 2023
My husband is impossible
I get so mad at him
He gives our kid three ice cream bars
Supplies her every whim
But then he takes her to the park
So she can use the swings
He calls from there; I hear his voice
And quickly, my heart sings
Sarah Has Her Father’s Eyes
Sarah has her father’s eyes
I think we can agree
Sensitivity of skin and heart
She likely got from me
The striking red-gold auburn hair
My mother’s side for sure
But that tenacious stubbornness
Have we see that before?