when mom makes the bed
she wallops all the monsters
super powers
parenting
Case Closed
I’ve closed the case
on my folks’ musical hopes
sour notes linger
Novel
paperback novel
once more he tells her
her relatives are strange
Upcoming Generation
ship bringing food
reaches the besieged town
only children at the dock
Licking the Spoon
want to lick the spoon?
mother always offered
sweet taste of childhood
Thunder
sudden thunder booms
in father’s angry words
lightning in his hands
A New Dress
the gardener’s child
in a faded rose dress
the neighbour girl outgrew
A Gift for Mother
gift for his mother
he looks in each cupboard— where
shall I hide it, Mom?
If
if my little girl
were here I would find delight
in all this wet snow
(Borrowing & revamping a strain of thought from Issa)
Our Little Clock
baby’s tiny hands
her sweet round face, her alarms
our little clock