Category Archives: Poetry

Back at work again. So soon!


Back at work again. So soon!
Vacation can never last long enough.

At least this time we didn’t
ride “It’s a Small World” again.

Or I’d be hearing that song
in my head again, and again,
and again, and again, and again.

It's a Small World After All

Enjoy the earworm!

This post is part of Six Word Fridays. Today’s word is again.

Enjoying the Beautiful Spring Colors


Seconds of cake, seconds of lasagna



Seconds of cake, seconds of lasagna
But brussels sprouts – not even firsts!

Oh, to be six inches taller
so that all those second helpings
would have more room to expand
without bunching up in the middle.

This post is part of Six Word Fridays.

Jump at the sun


Zora Neale Hurston

Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to ‘jump at the sun.’ We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.
 – Zora Neale Hurston

No, I didn’t randomly decide to look up quotes by Zora Neale Hurston today, though it wouldn’t be that out of character if I had. E’s daycare has assigned extra homework this week – each student is to bring in a photo and a report about a famous African American for Black History Month. E is only 4 years old, so naturally her dad and I are doing the report for her.

I was also considering choosing Langston Hughes, but as Ms. Hurston’s home in Eatonville, FL is only about 100 miles from us, I though it would be nice to honor a local woman. So, we’ll have to save I Dream A World for another day.

Ella’s warm hand as we walk


Ella’s warm hand as we walk
hand in hand to daycare yesterday.

And the three hugs she gave
before I left. Off to work.

To my office filled with pictures
of the kids and my sweet husband.

Winter is warmer than it once was.

This post is part of Six Word Fridays.

Resolved, to experience each day remembering


Resolved, to experience each day remembering

that some have lost that opportunity

and some we love are now

learning that one pain, one test,

one result, and a vibrant, healthy,

happy life, can end too soon.

This Six Word Friday poem was written in remembrance of victims of oppression and senseless violence; in memory of our friend Bill, who left us a year ago without any warning; and with many heartfelt prayers for our friend N., whose recent diagnosis has changed everything.

Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

New and Selected Poems, by Mary Oliver

New and Selected Poems

“Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

-Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, 1992

Happiness at Target, Wal-Mart, Barnes & Noble


Made a list. Checked it twice.
Started at 8:00, finished at 2:00.
Christmas shopping, all in one day.
Enjoying the rest of the season.

This post was written as part of Six Word Fridays. Today’s word is Happiness. What brings you happiness this holiday season?

Routine: The house that sleeps late


Get dressed, eat breakfast, brush teeth
Pack backpack, pack lunch, pack car
Run run run run run run
Sit at a stoplight and wait.

This post was written as part of Six Word Fridays.

Home is where the heart is…And where the dog lives too.


Home is where the heart is
And where the dog lives too.
It’s where the cat sheds dander
And drinks out of the loo.

It’s where we do our laundry
to get it fresh and clean
So that the dog can roll on it,
When he thinks he isn’t seen.

Home is where the pets live
And where they let us stay
As long as we are thoughtful
And keep out of their way.

This entirely pointless poem was written for Six Word Fridays.  For far more meaningful poetry than mine, see here.