Dandelion

In the beginning I thought it only my journey
Struggling against massive odds, unmovable
by my puny arms, ready to die but not willing
to just survive anymore.

As I inched forward, crawling from knee to knee
I found others shucking off their yokes, joining me
regaining the Spring they had not seen
becoming the people they had not been.

What started as a weed that could not
survive the frost, I stand tall today
not an oak or maple but quite the reed,
the bamboo you cannot bamboozle.

My Words are Honey

From the heated cauldron of my mind 

they come pouring out like liquid 

glass, to be gently cooled into shapes

acceptable, presentable, beautiful

too delicate to change lest they shatter

From the sweltering cauldron of my mind

they are poured deliberately liquid

steel, cooled over time to become hard

sturdy, resilient, dependable

too burly to change or bend matter

From the burning cauldron of my mind 

they pour themselves in a steady stream

mercury, deceptively simple in their 

slivery, slippery, unpredictability

too capricious to capture. 

From the hivemind of my heart

my words collected from blossoms

of pain, painstakingly collected nectar.

You would be a fool to think

my honey is for your taking.

Since you came home

My life was not barren before you
there were acres of lush rolling hillsides
holding hands in deep azure water
watching red flaming sunsets for hours.

The colors are brighter
the textures are sharper
since I measure my time
between feeding and changing
and putting you to bed.

Making Family

Let us live again
surreptitiously
with children all anew,
give birth again
to seeds of our seed
again and again and again.

The humdrum of life
the feeding the washing
the staying awake nights
will fade with years.
But oh! How our years
will blossom.

Before and After You

I had you
long before I got you,
for months we shared
the little intimacies of my life.

Then you were born
I thought those times were gone.
You are walking now

and still we share those moments
as nimbly you step
through the bathroom door
before I close it behind me.

Twinkletoes and Butterfingers

The broken cake
is witness to
twinkletoes and butterfingers

The scattered toys
speak loudly of
twinkletoes and butterfingers

Splashing water
from the bath
twinkletoes and butterfingers

Hugs and kisses
are precious from
twinkletoes and butterfingers.

Fairies Angels Butterflies

Little fairies, little angels
little butterflies around us flit
stay oh so still
and watch them fly
right out of our very midst.

Babies to girls, girls to women
they'll soon be grown and gone
stay oh so still
and watch them fly
right out of our very midst.