Twinkle
I’ve never claimed or even wanted to be a worthy poet. But you have to do something with the brain while you jog through a humid evening. Thus:
Seneca smells like meat
and I’m beggin’ the sky
to bleed
rain to cool the skin
and wash away
pollen.
I see grey clouds up above
and fireflies blinkin’ love;
Juj you cross my mind
and the memories are kind.
Has another storm come yet
to the house on Lafayette?
I blow a kiss your way
until Saint Patrick’s Day.
Filed under Seasonal
It’s Wednesday, which dictates the post be somehow related to food or health or science or something practical like that.
But I want to talk about Spring nature and toddler messes. So we’re going to call playing in alley puddles exercise. Ok? Good.
Yesterday, Iris and I spent the day at home doing the usual activities like making and eating food, reading books and listening to music that lets me pretend I’m 16. On this particular day, we were also treated to a mild thunder shower (love). That meant puddles.
Better yet, Iris has a brand spankin’ new pair of rain boots, courtesy of her Auntie Sara. I put two and two together, and made the executive decision to go puddle hunting in the alley behind our house. That made me the coolest mom in the world.
For what was probably close to an hour, I watched Iris stomp, jump and run into puddles, she all the while laughing with abandon and grinning from ear to ear. She did fall a couple of times, but seemed unhindered by her drenched pants and muddy hands. When I deemed she was as damp as she should be, I took us inside. That made me the worst mom in the world.
Filed under Health, Of Family and Children
