The way his hair sticks up just so in the back the freckle on his chin Her wild tangle of hair and blueberry grin The gentle way she washes his back As he scrubs her toes The bubbles fill the tub They fill my heart Until I think it could float to the ceiling And… Continue reading Wash Day
C comes storming into the room while I’m on the phone with my mother. He releases his steam in the form of a string of rants. She asks what he’s going on about. I tell her that he’s angry and telling me the reasons why. I let him know that I’ve heard him and the… Continue reading
Snuggling next to the Engineer on the bed, I hear the thundering of a child up the stairs. I quickly stick my head under his shirt and lay still. C comes in and starts his hourly diatribe. I don’t move or speak. He finishes and bounces off down the stairs. I resurface. The Engineer looks… Continue reading Pay No Attention to the Woman Under Your Shirt
She is loved Because she was loved Can I be loved Because I created love From nothing?
Pixie just stuck her head out the door and yelled, “Cock!” repeatedly for 5 minutes. She’s trying to call an eagle, she says. I’m too busy laughing to tell her to stop.
Lately I’ve been looking at other people’s babies and toddlers with some sort of misty wistful longing. Perhaps it’s because my baby will be five soon and gone are those little tiny days. I wonder if there are other women out there who want just one more baby in hopes that this time, maybe, just… Continue reading
It’s hard to hear you cry Like a child Was it hard for you to hear me cry When I was young? My heart shatters And I comfort you Wondering all the while Why you could never do that for me