Posted by: littlefaith
Subject tags: poetry, origami, holiday
on
May 9, 2009
If only the boys and I weren't sick, Mother's Day would be sweet. I am all set to start up Quicken and make some progress in the piled up papers cluttering my life. I did some serious cleaning these last couple of weeks, and I feel the chi flowing through the house. I'm looking forward to visitors, to a lovers' trip to a hot springs resort with my girlfriend. My 8-year-old son made me an origami flower garden today.
Posted by: littlefaith
Subject tags: poetry, neglect, dream
on
Jan 2, 2009
My friend entrusted me with a beautiful baby
She was a gorgeous child, and quiet, too
I brought her gurgling into a bedroom
I laid her to sleep in a wooden crib
Then I left her for the other room where a party was going on
In a daze I spent two days in the party
I didn't think I didn't notice I didn't feel
Time pass
Then I remembered
The child
I ran to the bedroom
I saw her lying in the crib
She lay in putrefying liquids from her own body
She was wrinkled and green
I was Horrified
I grabbed a water hose
I thought if I could clean her she would live again
I sprayed her from a few feet away
I knelt on the ground
I touched my forehead to the ground
Crying
I was not a good mother to myself
