A few poems from the small stone collection this year of mine, from bad to verse.
Four
There is no greater joy on a face
than the anticipation
as the boy prepares
to jump
deep into a puddle.
Two
She covers her eyes and pouts
at the hard truth we've worked so hard to pad
the world is not ordered to her liking.
Thirteen
I know that it is important
today, now, this instant already
But I promise you I promise you
you will not remember
the vitalness of this now
come tomorrow.
Sometimes serious, sometimes funny, always trying to be warmth and light, focuses on parenting, and the unique struggles of raising a large Catholic family in the modern age. Updates on Sunday, Tuesday and Friday...and sometimes more!
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
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