To everything
There is a season
They say ‘erupting’
For a reason
Does Recycling Actually Get Recycled?
When climate change
Fills me with anxiety
I want to escape
And go live in a tree
But that as a life plan
Has got a few snags
So I’ll stick to just washing
Reusable rags
The Veggies are Always Greener
Even with the same exact
Food that you just ate
Everything tastes better
When it comes from Mama’s plate
Toes on the Table
She puts her toes on the table again
And looks at me with that knowing grin
I try not to smile, but I do anyway
Table manners can wait for some other day
Does She Know That I Know Where She is?
I’m searching for a Sarah
Far and wide
All the places
That she likes to hide
This sure feels like a set of toddler toes
A little giggle shows me that she knows
I can’t believe how much my baby grew
Peek-a- Peek-a-boo
A Plea from Portland
This plea goes out to family, friends
And strangers one and all
Promise me you’ll cast your vote
For Biden in the Fall
‘He’s too far left’ ‘He’s too far right’
I’m hearing what you say
But promise me you’ll choose
On that third November day
Captain Sarah
Sarah’s going vroom vroom vroom
On her airplane in our living room
I send a pic across the sea
To our distant family
Someday she will ride a jet
But that day isn’t coming yet
Alas, we do not know quite when
‘Til then, I guess, we’ll just pretend
The Unmasked Man
Yesterday I want to punch
A mean man in the face
To make him eat his ugly words
And put him in his place
But I don’t even know
How to calmly, firmly ask
A stranger in my driveway
To please put on a mask
On White Saviors
They thought they were teaching us justice
When they taught us Harper Lee
But we just learned that Black folks need
A Finch to set them free
Just like Mama
Sarah now desires
To copy what I do
She reaches for my hairbrush
And my glasses and my shoe
I suppose that I should savor
This desire while it lasts
The days of thinking Mama’s cool
Will soon be in the past
Emily Adkins Bostian 