Long Story

I wish I could illustrate. I’d draw a droopy mom for this poem. She’d be elastic and springy. She’d be hanging over the edge of her chair, and the child in her lap would fully upright doing something tiring. Or she’d be standing up, arms laden, with one leg held out straight to keep her balance, and the child would be talking, words floating up to her ears, past the obstacles in her hands.

This poem has nothing to do with my own parenting. Well, actually it’s more like where myself as a child and a parent intersect. “Is this going to be a long story?” is something my father always, annoyingly asked. As much as I hated it, as much as he truly didn’t want me to keep talking, I know now he was also kidding. I know that from the times I have found myself in a moment listening to my son when I could maybe use some quiet (just a little bit!), and I want to joke, “Is this going to be a long story?” I never do, I listen. That’s because I’ve been burned. Once or twice, when I didn’t want to listen, it was really good, and I wouldn’t have wanted to miss it.

Long Story

Is this going to be a long story?
Can you summarize?
Don’t you see the tired look in my eyes?
Oh dear, just the main points, please.

Is this going to be a long story?
You know, I’ve heard it all before.
Hold on, someone’s knocking at the door.
I’m quite busy, I only have a minute.

Is this going to be a long story?
Just a little more? Alright, I’m sorry.
But what is it? It’s late and I’m getting snorey.
Oh! I love you too, and I have lots of time to listen to you!


Ask Me, I know

Every year we do something strange.
We cut down a tree, and our living room we rearrange.

It will not grow, it leaves a mess,
so why do we look forward to this?

‘Why DO we do this?’ you wonder out loud.
“For the presents!” says the child unbowed.

‘Why are there presents?’ you wonder some more.
“It’s a birthday party!” shouts he, coming into a roar.

‘Then why don’t we sing Happy Birthday?’ Ha! You’ve got him this time.
“Because it’s Christmas!” he says with the most determined look in his eye.

You’re right, so true.
I just needed a little reminder, called you.

“I’m too ired”

“I’m too ired” said the child,
using the day’s last bit of energy.
“I can barely crawl to my bed tho’ it’s in sight
and prop one eye open for my story.”

“I’m too ired for bathing and bubbles
I’d rather go to bed grubby.
Skip the scrubbing, go right to snuggling
I’m too ired to even say the T.”

Summer Fade

Days are dimming the air has a chill
Of swimming and games children have had their fill

Their skin tells adventures in tanned feet and freckled nose
Legs scratched and bit, pinkish arms and dirty toes

Time to trim the lightened hair, measure shoes and get to sleep
Looking forward to friendships, to making new ones old to keep

It is a beckoning we cannot resist, the ritual of Autumn’s kiss
The rustle of leaves enchant, quieting the birds and frogs of summer bliss

To ants and worms that crawled in and out, we bid farewell friends
On the other side of winter’s throes we will meet again

Daily Prompt: Fifteen Credits

It Can Wait

I put off thinking about the time when I will have me a good cry
No time for tears, got some dishes, laundry and painting
Work, clean-up, mothering and sainting

I’d love to talk but can it wait until I get my finances straight?
Every day a daily grind, I put off pampering, I’ll be fine.
You want it when? You’re not pleased. These constant demands bring me to my knees.

No time to pause, I’ll put it off, someday I’ll rest when I pass these tests
I truly would love to read and snooze, I’ll put it off and skip the booze
I’ll have fun when it’s done, when all of my chores are through

If today were my day, Heaven would have wait. I don’t even have time to procrastinate.

Daily Prompt: Procrastination

The greatest words ~Los mas grandes palabras

The best question.
“Momma, will you marry me?”
The nicest gift.
“I will build you a house right next to mine.”
The truest compliment.
A smile at your picture when you are sitting nearby.
The sweetest love.
“I love you as much as you love me.”
La pregunta mejor.
“Mama, quieres casarte conmigo?”
El mejor regalo ofrecido.
“Yo te edificare una casa junto a la mia”
El cumplido mas verdadero
“Una sonrisa a su imagen”
El amor más dulce
“Te quiero tanto como tu me amas.”

Good night

Good night sweet child, it’s time to sleep, tomorrow’s another day
Together we’ll sail on the open sea, hunt treasures on our way
We’ll build a fort and call it home, have a chase or two
I can’t wait to celebrate, another day with you
We’ll laugh and sing, try everything, whatever you can scheme
Open your arms, I’ll fill them with all your hopes and dreams
I love you all the planets and stars, every moment in every way
Good night sweet child, it’s time to sleep, tomorrow’s another day

Torture and Terrorism

Every three hours
the same reason to dread
My body tenses
I know the demands will come again

How long can this fight go on
so many others before me
did they fight the battle,
lose the war?

Every morning I rise
hopeful for a peaceful solution
determined to make a difference
I vow not to be defeated

I beg and reason
it cannot continue
I yell for an end to the madness
He does not remember
so many times before

with a seven year old