Poetry for this month’s post– and revisiting the Lord’s Prayer. Our Mother, Who Art Beside Us
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Day 63
I yell at my kids
9 months a year. Together
we shout: Summer’s here!
Day 40, etc.
Day 25
Hurry! Eat– Hurry!
Dress– Hurry! Brush– Hurry! Shoes–
Morning has broken.
…
Day 34
Woman plodding through.
Girl-child grasps her hand, every
where skipping she goes.
…
Day 39
Twelve shut in a room,
some men, none angry. Futures
decided smoke-free.
…
Day 40
Because I gave her
time. She led me on, taking
care of everything.
Day 18 (and others)
Ode to my latte,
sweet caffeine dream of the morn.
Love brewed in a cup.
Day 17
1 table, 8 loves
all seen in moments of birth
eat, drink, know, be known
Day 16
So white here, I say.
He laughs, my new-met other
color word brother.
Day 15
Though unnatural
for April, ice, remember,
holds stored nourishment.
Day 11 (Day 10)
The fragrant pear, blushed
as my daughter’s cheek, picked
half the world away.
Day 10
Some revolution
comes in a cup with lemon,
knots untied with friends.
Day 8
What have you to say
today? Another friend tells,
cuts her hair before.
Day 7 (Day 5)
Day 7
insufficiency
met in notes, gathered voices.
Dwell in this house awhile.
Day 5
Late, the house inhales.
Shade-pulls rock, bills unnest
thunder comes tonight.
Day 6
Words, words, words, words, words,
words, words, words, words, words, words, words,
words, words, words, words, birds
Day 4
Twelve winter tulips
for tending, growing, asking.
Thanks to blossom back.
Day 3
Precious few years these
children sleep at home; blessed
symphony of breath.
April Vinding 