Posts Tagged ‘socks

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?

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24
Feb
09

Naked Truth

No clean socks.
No undirty underwear.
The bottoms of the dresser drawers lie exposed and bare.
If no one processes the laundry, we’ll be left
In the raw.

25
Jan
09

Like Christmas

Nina went right up and over the fence.
While I was dithering,
Using a broom and rake as improvised tongs,
Not wanting to set a bad example-
The children hadn’t climbed THAT yet-
She was up and then down.
A moment’s pause to massage the tender parts of her that met the pointy parts of the fence
And she was there beside K’Sean’s boot.
It was the linchpin in a chain of inevitable actions:
K’Sean’s boot falls off
Russell grabs it and runs
A teacher gives chase
The boot is thrown to an almost inaccessible location.
Standing in a pile of similarly fated toys,
She picked up K’Sean’s boot and handed it over the fence.
“Can I have that pink bucket?” Chaylia said.
“Sure. What else do you want?”
They all started shouting out toys.
As fast as they named it, Nina scooped it up and tossed it over the fence.
Toys were flying through the air; It looked like Christmas.
“Say ‘thank you’. Say ‘thank you’,” I bawled; Some did.
Then, except for an old sock, Nina was alone
Surrounded by the fence
Surrounded by the playground of children gleefully discovering their old toys.

13
Jan
09

Respite

I am knitting
And waiting for the socks to be dry
So the child can put them on
And go to school.
Cars are whooshing by on the wet road.
I hear the tappity-tap as the child checks e-mail.
The only other sound’s the whirr of the dryer
As it demoisturizes the socks.
It would be so easy to make a cup of tea,
To settle back on the couch, lulled into peacefulness by the cars
And the purr of the dryer.
Too late, she’s in the room with me now
Demanding news of the disposition of her socks.

09
Jan
09

Socks & Squirrels

For Kodi (with help from Kodi)

I found a dirty sock on the playground.
I buried it under the wood chips.
I was hoping a tree would grow there with new socks on it
To replace the ones Mom loses in the wash.
On days it rained and we couldn’t go outside
I thought about all that water carrying food to my sock.
If it was stormy and the wind blew hard, it was okay.
The wind was clearing away the weeds, making room for my tree to grow.
Then one day, on the playground, my teacher came up to me all excited.
“Come quick! There’s something you have to see!”
This is so cool!” I thought. “It worked!
We’ll have new socks forever for free!”
But when I followed her pointing
All I saw was a stupid fluffy brown squirrel.
“Isn’t that great?” My teacher sang.
“He’s bigger than your head.”
I looked at his tree again and got mad.
Do you know what that sneaky squirrel had done?
He stole the root from my sock tree and he used it to cushy up his home.