My husband's poetry

Category: childhood

  • excuses are for the weak

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    rainy mornings I’d stop and save the worms drowning on puddled sidewalks picked them up threw them in the grass check marks on my report card told my parents I was late they would not understand saving drowning worms so I took my punishment and moved on 5-5-24

  • in an Indiana woods

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    there is a space in the woods on a hillside where I would go to hide up under the roots of a tree the ground had fallen away and roots hung down as thick snakes I would hide among the roots for hours wait for my stuttering and tics to stop and I could speak…

  • preschool

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    barefoot in wild violets and clover blossoms little brown bees make more than honey learning Murphy’s Law before I could read Momma pulled the stinger out 3-21-24

  • neurodivergence

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    For those of you (like me), who grew up before they did the proper testing, who realized late in life you were neurodivergent You learned survival skills escaping solitary confinement again and again and again. The scars never really heal. Often you wake with blood on the sheets of your dreams, catch your breath running…

  • The partisan

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    mother used to send me to dig dandelions from our neighbor’s lawn with a meat fork no amount of pleading would convince her seeds could parachute in from several yards away I would collect fluffy seed balls from the school yard help them infiltrate the airspace above our lawn forestall and frustrate her battle plans…

  • Foam bubbles

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    the smirking yuppy mural on the wall reaffirms your feelings of inadequacy to the tasks life has set before you and never changes its expression you wish you could sit one more time at your parents’ kitchen table let mom tell you how important it is to lose ten pounds, again listen to stories of…

  • an old friend

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    All night I dreamed of an old friend who lived across the back yard fence and moved away in ’65’ we talked of old times and how we landed in our now we talked about his sister, mother and father we talked of how home is no longer home he talked of going to the…

  • Reedy’s mirror

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    coffee with a friend Moon River rhymes with Spoon River free verse anthology about dead people restless adolescents weren’t ready are we ready now? tobacco jaundiced time portal walks by on stranger’s finger tips you couldn’t or wouldn’t sit quiet so dad held twitchy hands tight in pew two lifetimes later – right hand holds…

  • Mama, Sing me a lullaby

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    4 am alpha wave music 432hz try to heal broken parts sleep can’t fix 6 am blueberries with oat meal and ground flax, try to flush the crap I need to let go 8 am walk in the park morning prayers try to create a quiet space outside of time 10 am go to the…

  • Empathy #19

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    In deep shadows empathy may fade Fractured world, in hues of gray, Lost echoes of choices made Tear-streaked nights, where dreams decayed, Heart’s whisper becomes a bray In deep shadows empathy may fade Mirrored in souls, reflections betrayed, The tapestry of kindness starts to fray, Lost echoes of choices made Yet in silence, a spark…