Poetry, pictures and thoughts for starting over at 8.
It’s tiny, the book, about an inch square
and you made it with your tiny
four-year-old hands.
So engrossed
and confident
and pleased with yourself.
It had a story and pictures.
You just smile
sort of remembering.
You‘ve seen it,
but perhaps you do not
remember making it.
That’s all I remember --
You – making it
I … still have it.
Poetry Workshop Jen Siraganian
Monday, June 27, 2022
I cannot tell you how magnificent
a small hand reaching up to you --
a small hand saying come with me -- is.
It just is… so wonderful.
Did you know that, when Isla says
Daizee or Paw Pawtwol, it’s music?
Well, it is…
It might as well be an angel singing.
Lake Tahoe
Feb 26, 2022
My hand, one side and his hand, other side
we lift the box together up the stairs;
one step, then the box, one step, then the box
I say, we should use magic or the lightsaber
to carry this box.
He says, no, we can do this…
magic is for when we can’t do something.
I say, I need to write this down. You are so smart.
Love this kiddo.
Lake Tahoe
Feb 26, 2022
I traded in my life
It was like scheduling
a knee replacement.
It had to be done
and what a difference!
I gave my it away, bit by bit
and box by box --
in possessions, collections
of stuff that called to me,
or things that marked me.
Each month I head off
with something to drop off --
things to send off or write off.
If I buy a shirt, I give a sweater
without regret – I am practiced
I could not haul them around anymore --
these signatures of moments that are gone
and are not part of today;
I traded these myriad of things
for my life in the present.
