This is going to be quick.
That is one benefit of being a single mother (on a snow day).
You don’t have time to over wallow, worry, or wonder the what if’s.
I fell in big love.
And wrote a poem or two
for you or for me?
There was this one that made us both smile:
Like the brazen red
leaf you announce fiercely that
this heart will open
Now several months later a snow day spent (not unremarkably) apart yields:
Shovels were stored though
with seeds, soil poised instead
my heart’s in the shed
(Don’t worry! Upbeat poems are gathering on little scraps of memories too. And parenting poems. Being 43 poems. Open adoption poems. Who is driving this truck poems. They are just not as suited for a flash storm in April.)
In honor of poetry month, I hope to share some new poems, highlight some old faves, invite a few guest poets on board (both living and dead) and end the month with a little poetry related announcement my groovy readers will hopefully be jazzed about.
On April 1oth, I will have the opportunity to participate in the blog tour of Adam Pertman’s Adoption Nation. I’m working through the book now, and a few questions for the author, which I hope he’ll have the chance to respond to at that time. A drawing for your own copy of the book will be run next week as well.
To inspire, and shake it up a bit, I’d like to invite you to leave a line of poetry in the comments. A favorite line from a favorite poem. From a poem you always meant to finish. From a poem the boy or girl in 7th grade you had a crush on read to you while standing on a curb because you were so much taller, so you never forgot it. A line from a poem your grandfather whispered in your ear before you went to sleep in the sweet little room that you always thought was just for you.
Now I have to go shovel my driveway, and make a slush creature, while dodging icy wet orbs. Have fun!