Every Morning
Before I share the last poem, I have a beautiful story to tell you …
It Doesn’t Matter / We Are Not Matter
So nothing is matter
but it all matters in an effervescent sort of way,
an it’s-okay-if-I-just-swim-here-for-a-while way.
At the Animal Shelter on My Birthday
Papa holds my hand, we walk on cement past wire cages.
Who is fierce, who’s a crier, who is our dog?
I’m Not Allowed to Play With it Until I Write a Thank You Note
I didn’t even get a vote-
I’m supposed to write a thank you note.
I wish I knew what Marty wrote
when he was writing thank you notes.
Why I Am Giving You a Poem for Your Birthday
Thin cardboard boxes that once held
Plantation Mint tea,
aspirin, cold remedies,
matzos!
Happy Birthday, Earth!
I can’t ignore the birthday of the world.
Happy Birthday, Shirley!
How can I resist writing a poem to Shirley Temple?
Blog-I-Verse-a-Tree
How does it feel to cross over this creek,
to fly from tree to tree to you?
To find, in the midst of the jungle a few
readers discerning, kind and true?
Under the Eucalyptus Trees
Mama, with her crinkly smiling eyes made the cake
Daddy’s favorite: chocolate with butter cream in between
my favorite: lavender frosting
Your Day
Before my day started, I went to a coffee shop and treated myself to a rare decaf latte.
“Name?” The barista asked. “April,”
I said. “It’s your month!” he said as he wrote my name on the cup in black marker.