Sunday, May 4, 2014

Milk Run

My husband put on his coat and shoes
and pecked my lips.
“I’m going to pick up some milk;
do you need anything?”

I could use a few extra hours in the day.
I want the ones with crème filling,
batteries included.

I need three quarts of bubble-gum flavored optimism
and a cup of realism to balance out the side-effects.
Eh . . . forget the realism.
I‘ll substitute a teaspoon of pessimism—I’ve got plenty of that on-hand.

Oh, just one more thing:

When you find the aisle
with heartbreak
and swing dancing lessons

please load up on baby kisses.
They’re seasonal, you know.
And unlike most things,

they won’t be around forever.

Thanks to my husband for the photography-skill. Stay tuned later this week for my Evan sonnet. And this Mother's Day, I will be posting a video of my slam (spoken-word) poem on motherhood that I guarantee you won't want to miss.

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  1. If comments will keep you motivated to write more, I will be commenting on every post! It's such a pleasure to read online mommy-thoughts shared without excessive highlighting, caps, italics, cliches, and endless streams of photos, all in an overwrought effort to have a "personality" and "voice" to attract readers. How lovely it is to see that it can be done with honest and clear (and clever) writing. And even more lovely when it comes from an old friend. Keep 'em coming. I'm looking forward to more posts this week. :)

    1. Thanks for reading and sharing and commenting, Aubrey. It means a lot to me.

  2. I love reading your blog my friend! Your topics are always interesting and your writing keeps me hooked. Keep up the great work :) Love you!!--Kara

    1. Thanks, love. It's so nice to feel support :)