A poem from a daughter to her mother.
In the Garden
Poem: mom and daughter work and grow together in the garden.
Open
“The day is a woman who loves you.”
-Richard Hugo
This Boy
Real is that this story starts and ends with a boy.
Real is still about love and the idea of being in love.
Real is this love, this life, this boy. Forever.
Two Children on a Sunday
By Gillian Kessler. He is all elemental, stick and strength, born of my strong body, his muscles rest in mine.
Tiny Feet
you are tiptoeing
across the threshold of babyhood
your tiny feet
make noises
like a creaky staircase
that lives in my heart
I am the old lady at the top
peering down
and I sing Tom Petty to you
In the mouth of a child
like a tin can telephone
your voice travels to me
mama
mama
mama
Extraterrestrial, My Baby Bird
A poem by Danielle Stricklin.
What Are Weekends For?
Once upon a time, the weekends were for catch-up. Now, “catch-up” is the red sauce splattering on white jeans as my son sails a french-fried potato into my lap.