My husband's poetry

Category: childhood

  • Alice and Chester

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    Lately, my parents have appeared in my dreams young from before I was born I wonder if they dream of me or dream of a better son Who didn’t push limits get in trouble and grew up to be rich and successful They seemed happy unencumbered by children with dreams of post-war America and prefab…

  • haiku about busy work

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    middle school EnglishSatanic pedagogytorture by crossword 3-5-21

  • how I became a poet

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    When I was in fourth grade they tried to teach me violin but I was called a sissy I put down my case and fought When I was seventh grade I wanted to play French horn but trombones were cheaper I knew all the troublemakers and band secrets I’d laugh and would not snitch When…

  • match.com

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    You wondered If she ever carried a cardboard box Home from the grocery, One that packed Cans of peaches In tight neat rows, Propped one side up with a stick Tied to a string and Hid behind a forsythia bush Burning bare legs In the sun waiting To capture the Easter Bunny. She read your…

  • Wobbly

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    Wooden top on their kitchen floor, you try to convince yourself it’s okay to end this wobbly ride. Mom stands in the doorway asks if this is the best you can do; Dad gets up from the breakfast table Stands over you, demands you get your ass off his floor and get something done. Overwhelmed…

  • pressed cider

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    Mom had a friend from church who had a friend who had a cousin who sold fresh pressed cider in gallon jars at the end of his lane along the river road; she would buy a jug or two for cold evenings for a hot drink while watching Lawrence Welk. One weekend, she sent me…

  • Tercet in Black

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    A decade or so ago I met three high school students young black girls ready to burst I shared the stage, heard them read, become what I am not Removed from seeding pots, they went to college; roots need room to grow I catch glimpses on social media, they don’t need another unasked for opinion…

  • Jack’s Giant

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    Jack dreamed the reason He no longer had nightmares of giants Is he had become an adult and adults are giants to young children He didn’t want to inhabit children’s dreams as a giant So he dreamed of becoming A child, again, but….. His dream morphed into a nightmare Because every little boy (If they…

  • Sunny spot

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    Hot summer days I sit barefoot in the shade Cool fall days I wear long sleeves and shoes Seek the sunny spot In the yard to sip coffee and think of home Of sock hats thermal underwear, gloves and warm coats Of shoveling snow On winter mornings before school Of throwing snow balls At yellow…

  • voices

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    long delayed project finished sit back, sip ginger tea admire my Dad’s voice barks what the hell took you so long my Mom’s voice counters you could have done better trying to become an adult but voices won’t let me 11-17-20