Posted in Uncategorized, tagged chores, love, mothering, poem, poetry on March 12, 2018| Leave a Comment »
And it’s scrub the floors
and wash and wring,
run to the store,
fix everything,
and wash and wring,
and straighten drawers
remember to bring
bags to the store,
clean anything,
then clean some more
fix everything—
it’s in our chores
that love finds wings.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged apocalypse, chores, end of the world, poem, poetry on October 13, 2013| 1 Comment »
The stars will not
appear tonight.
The plums will not
release their pink plum scent
when their thick dark skin
is broken. The grass will need
not be mowed tonight,
nor the lamb’s quarters pulled
from the garden. The birds
will not require shushing
tonight as the baby needs not
be cradled to sleep. And I
shall not kiss your lips tonight,
nor straighten your rumpled collar.
And the paint on the wall
will not need repainting.
The car need not be waxed.
No one will be here
to mourn or to cheer,
or to say that it happened at all.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged chores, daily life, mothering, poem, poetry on July 6, 2013| 1 Comment »
Slowly
the
mower
the
woman
behind
it
and
slower
the
hoer
the
woman
who
holds
it
and
near
still
the
holder
of
he
who
is crying
and
nearer
his
whisper
her
shudder
his
why-
ing.