Posts Tagged ‘mother

18
Jan
10

Questions And Confidence

“Can you believe there is soup in the kitchen sink?”
My mother poked her head into my room to ask.
“That sounds entirely plausible,” I said, “so, yes.”
“And noodles. Noodles in the kitchen sink drain.”
“That sounds less credible,” I said, “but after all
You are my mother so I choose to believe that too.”
“The next time you are in the kitchen,” she said,
“You can clean all that crap out of the sink and
You can finish loading the dishwasher too.”
“It cheers me to receive that vote of confidence,” I said.
“In a world where our abilities are constantly questioned,
It’s heartening to know my mother believes in me.”
“Never mind all that,” she said, “Hurry yourself along.”
And- because I wanted to be able to savor the sense
Of accomplishment as long as possible- I did hurry along.

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22
Apr
09

Earth Day Wisdom

Fine feathered friends, be
Kind to them; A duck could be
Somebody’s mother

08
Mar
09

Ouija Warning

The ground is dry. The sun passing bright
Guess what? No snow fell here last night.
I was having Thai lunch with daughter and mother-
Discussing ancient misdeeds of my younger brother-
When Mom gave out an anguished wail.
She’d seen snowflakes amongst the hail.
Our lunch packed up, she high-tailed it home,
Stopping the car in in the loading zone,
She grabbed her to-go box and shouted “Goodbye!
Get home before the flurries start to fly!”
To the library we drove with speed
Stockpiling good stuff for us to read.
Our cupboards and reading list stand at full.
As usual predictions proved to be bull.
Ouija board weather alerts made up by crazies
Tales they create to scare silly old ladies.
Hold on! Here’s another emergency warning:
They meant snow tonight, not last night or this morning.

02
Mar
09

Last

Every day I’m the last kid at school cuz everyone else got picked up.
The last thing at night you say “Sweet dreams” to me.
(If I’m not already asleep.)
I know you work to feed us and to pay the rent and buy shoes.
And you told me, all day while I’m playing, you have grown-up things to do.
But I’m waiting here now like a dropped laundered sock
That some scatter-brained goof left behind.
How can I believe I’m the first in your heart
When I’m clearly last thing on your mind?

25
Feb
09

Boys In Their Summer Haircuts

Jason has a Mohawk.
Sam had a Mohawk too.
Sam’s parents were- shall we say- on the bleeding edge of hip:
Sam didn’t just have a Mohawk, his parents had dyed it with Kool-Aid
And his mother had a tattoo on her lower back that read “Property of”.
Jason’s mother seems to be very conservative and traditional.
I don’t think she got him a Mohawk for cultural reasons;
I don’t think she chose that style because of its punk connotations.
I think it’s just the new variation of the shaved-nearly-down-to-your-head cut
My brother used to get every summer because it’s easy to care for.
Now that style has its own connotations;
Reminding us of skinheads and neo-Nazis.
So we have the Mohawk, which has the added benefit of giving the other boys a look to strive to create
Standing in front of the mirror- with some extra help from the sink-
When everyone rushes in from playing in the rain.-