“…then you didn’t say no, Mama.”

Guess I’d better get used to this, huh? (But honestly, it’s fine. Everything in that drawer is plastic. At least, it is now. 😉)
“…then you didn’t say no, Mama.”

Guess I’d better get used to this, huh? (But honestly, it’s fine. Everything in that drawer is plastic. At least, it is now. 😉)
I wish I had it in me
to pity the
hateful people
who’ve brought us to this precipice.
Taught only to be
afraid and angry,
the rage is all they’ve got.
I wish I were strong enough to
give them grace.
But I’m not.
Being a mom keeps me busier than I have ever been in, well, pretty much my entire life. And it’s been a very long time since I’ve participated in a poetry challenge. But this one, y’all? It’s good. Really good. This one I could not pass up.
So here is my submission to Rebecca’s April poetry challenge over at Fake Flamenco.
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How tragic that so many can see the
beauty in nature with all its diversity
and act to eradicate that same quality
in our shared humanity
as if we live separately – detached, isolated –
from the very earth that made us.
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If you’d like to participate, as well, you’ve got until April 20th to post a poem of your own. I hope you do!
Behold!
A declaration (not so bold):
This girl is
a queen
with or without
a crown.
(But truth be told –
and certainly as seen –
a little
decoration
never hurt anyone,
and is quite clearly
very fun.)
In this house, we all have our roles to play. Lucy is the baby, I’m the mama, Graham is the dad. And Merlin?

Merlin is the bouncer.