Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Friday, December 4, 2009

Stick and Crumb

I sweep.
I mop.

I dust and polish.

Wipe. Wash.
Shine. Scour. Scrub.

No matter.

A world with three small children
maintains a fine patina of stick.

And, crumbs.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

I Should Have Prayed

When I was
Young I prayed
That God would
Grant me children and wisdom.
God gave me children
And just enough
Wisdom to know
I should have prayed
For patience.