I watch opposing feelings
As they flit across your face
You want to pet the puppy
But you want to keep your space
This just might be the most
Exciting thing you do all day
But first you have to make the call
If you will go or stay
I watch opposing feelings
As they flit across your face
You want to pet the puppy
But you want to keep your space
This just might be the most
Exciting thing you do all day
But first you have to make the call
If you will go or stay
Exhausting but Enchanting
Each age has got its challenges
Each age has got its charms
So vulnerable and precious
When she was just a babe in arms
Starting to get stubborn
As she learns what she can do
She’s exhausting but enchanting
Now that she is almost two
I think I’ll plant mint in their garden
And sixteen euphorbia too
I’ll block sun from all their tomatoes
With a nice grove of bamboo
It’s not my style to swear and shout
When someone’s being mean
I’ll smile and wait and then I’ll strike
Revenge is best served Green
Dance like a toddler on Facetime
Joyous and wild and free
Dance with your Yaya and send her that
Unselfconscious glee
Dance like you’ll bridge the distance
Of three time zones as you Twist
Dance like you just have no idea
All the moments that you missed
Sarah has Opinions
And makes them clearly known
She wants oranges or olives
And most certainly The Phone
She orders us to sit or stand
To come here or go there
She wants to say who gets to sit
In every single chair
But please don’t say she’s bossy
That’s just bad for little girls
Say instead she’s bound to make
Her mark upon the world
When my baby cries
It strikes like lightning
Shoulders – neck to head
The composure I’ve created
Is abruptly torn to shreds
But when my baby laughs
It washes sunlight through my heart
Like the very first warm day in March
When spring’s about to start
Fighting sleep with all her might
We slip down to the chilly night
The night air works its magic balm
Her wailing cries subside to calm
On Daddy’s chest she rests her head
We slip her upstairs into bed
My brain is like a scratched CD
Sometimes it just skips
I rummage through to find a name
But through my grasp it slips
I wonder if it’s temporary
From our communal strain
Or are we stuck forever
With these new pandemic brains?
Quick, my sweet, the sun is out
Diaper! Sweatshirt! Pants!
Boots and hat a puffy coat
Before we lose our chance
That’s great you want to read a book
But you must understand
When the sun comes out in Portland
You just have to change your plans
In the rain
Amid the pain
I entertain
A baby
In the rain
With a migraine
I go insane
Yes, maybe