It’s easy to talk about prejudice
That belongs to other folks
We know that we aren’t like that
And we feel so very woke
But until we take a hard look
And our actions and our speech
A world without that bias
Will be always out of reach
The Maternal Perspective
As I look upon my daughter
Blinded as I am by love
I think about the One
Who looks upon me from above
Every speck of her is sacred
That’s the truth of what I see
Though I’m full of fault and failings
Is that what You see in me?
Brain Bully
My left brain is a bully
Full of muscle and might
With lists and laws and logic
It leaves no room for the right
Laundry Bins
I found some things that she put in
The bottom of the laundry bin
A whale, a ball, a set of blocks
A thermometer amid the socks
My First Herb Garden
Can I heal the world of hurt
With my hands encased in dirt?
On Smiles
It feels like a sin to smile
As the pandemic rages on
But if we forget how to smile
What will we do when it’s gone?
Nassawango Creek
If you ever go canoeing
On Nassawango Creek
Go in early summer
When the fringe trees are at peak
As you paddle through the cypress knees
Watch for a flash of bright:
A prothonotary warbler
All in yellow, taking flight
Toes in the Clover
Mother Earth, with joy we greet
With this touch of baby feet
Under the Spell of Spellcheck
My writing’s pretty decent and my grammar’s rather swell
But I really must confess that I do not know how to spell
I started to berate myself, but figured what the heck
I’ll focus on the meter and leave spelling to Spellcheck
UUCCWC
I miss the Eastern window
Where the summer sunlight streams
The bright blue banners hanging
From the solid ceiling beams
I miss the colored cushions
On the well-worn wooden pews
But I mostly miss the people
Singing songs that I once knew
Emily Adkins Bostian 