circular stain
on wooden steps – remnant
of jack-o-lantern
/ / /
This poem was written in response to the Mindful Writing Day prompt at Writing Our Way Home.
NaNoWriMo word count for day one: 1,953.
red and green lights
reflecting on silver train
in the morning dark
“Danse of the Floreadores”
by Duke Ellington
playing on my iPod
it was Christmas again
for a moment
Oh Skylanders,
How will my boys save Skylands
if we can’t find you?
/ / /
We looked at Best Buy and Target, as well as six stores online to find more Skylanders figures for the boys’ new video game, to no avail. Clever marketing + popularity = parent and child frustration.
vegan gingerbread waffles
a delightful way to start a Saturday
(if I say so myself)
a new student in my class
means we’re up to 29
I have to dance Bhangra
so everyone has a partner
it’s not a hardship
passed Hickey Boulevard this morning
as I do every commute
and thought of my grandmother
my boys got red hair like her
I didn’t get that
but I have the Irish temper
/ / /
My paternal grandmother’s maiden name was Hickey.
black helmet
black jacket
black backpack
blue motorcycle
but it was the purple pants
that made me smile
so
according to Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?
I am not
(at least not today)
I wonder what that says
about going back to work
now that winter break is over?
a couple of weeks ago
it was one of those facebook shares
you can’t have a beautiful sunset
without clouds
at dusk today
I understood
New Year’s Day
reminding me of the importance
of patience:
someone else’s mother
and my own children
