ORIGIN OF STARS (a Quadrille)

 I saw my fox fish a star from the sea How brightly it shone showing its joy to be free Then it began to crackle, crumble into sparks then flew like fireflies into the skies so dark and there they’re still brightening the night. DVerse Quadrille #19:  Spark

IF YOU ONLY STAY LITTLE

I look at you and I am filled with a longing to hold you as you were – the infant in my arms. it seems that the sun rose and the sun set overnight and here you are- an infant no more- discovering your world on your own. And I look at you I seeContinue reading “IF YOU ONLY STAY LITTLE”

CLOUDS PASSING BY

            According to superstition, a child would not grow if he laid on the ground and let a cloud cross over him. That did not bother my cousins and I when, during our summer reunions, we would watch clouds while lying down on the spiky grass covering our grandparent’s yard.Continue reading “CLOUDS PASSING BY”

FUN AT THE LAKE (WPC: Fun)

Away from the monitors of television and computers, a child discovers the joys of interacting with nature. Here, my son (and the other children with him) enjoyed the ducks and the ducklings swimming in the lake. He had a lot of fun feeding the ducks chips from his snack bag while he himself had someContinue reading “FUN AT THE LAKE (WPC: Fun)”

A LITTLE MID-LIFE MEDITATION

I am out of words to say. My pen is poised in mid-air, with no angst or delighted surprise to push it to write. I am coasting in the calm waters of everyday, rocked only mostly by some fussy child or chores left undone. Sometimes, boredom sets in and that agitates my sails a bit.Continue reading “A LITTLE MID-LIFE MEDITATION”

MOMENTS (for WPC: DETAILS)

To My Sons If I could sear in my memory every second of your life I would. Then I will be able to tell you every little detail that will make you smile in their remembrance – how you cried the first time you beheld a world outside the womb the day your coos turnedContinue reading “MOMENTS (for WPC: DETAILS)”

JUST AN ORDINARY LIFE

My day begins and ends attending to my baby.  In between, I am busy taking care of the needs of a rather large family of seven:  feeding, schooling, refereeing four bickering boys, and meeting their demands.   There are dishes to clean, clothes to wash and fold, a house to straighten up.  On a goodContinue reading “JUST AN ORDINARY LIFE”

A DAY AT THE BEACH

The waters shimmer as they rush to the shore where sun-baked children embrace them with glee seagulls screech while fighting for crumbs tossed skywards and out toward the sea A woman hides under her floppy hat her paperback romance is all she would see.   ~~~ For DVerse’s Quadrille #6  prompt

LOVE IN THE OPEN HAND (for WPC)

This picture of my son reminds me of these lines from Edna St. Vincent-Millay’s poem, Love in the Open Hand – Love in the open hand, no thing but that, Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to hurt, As one should bring you cowslips in a hat Swung from the hand, or apples in her skirt, IContinue reading “LOVE IN THE OPEN HAND (for WPC)”

A MOTHER’S LOVE

“If only my baby can stay little. Here on my lap, he sits engaging me in his childish play,” dreams a mother half out of her wits by her kids who would throw fits once and again. “What a comedy,” she might say after the moment flits by. Right now all’s a tragedy to herContinue reading “A MOTHER’S LOVE”