child's first rain puddle
splashing giggles and ripples
feeling her power
She embraces death
With a kiss she tries to leave
Her family dead
honeymoon photos?
our grandchildren will see us
wearing antique clothes
I will fall more ill
than the sickest children. You
are like a virus.
Leaves unfold morning.
Mother picks gnats from her chicks
Rain muddies our lawn.
A pain deep inside
The pregnancy has ended
Grieve my unborn child
at my mother's wake
the sweet scent of apple pie
causes me to gag
at Mom's funeral ?
I hate the people who say
she looks so good, now
almost spring twilight...
to be parents, in silence
on the green park swing
baby sandpiper
skittering through ebbing tide -
mother's wings tremble
a gravesite at dusk...
he speaks to the stone angel
in his mother tongue
black birds on my wall
children laughing under sheets
making hand puppets
son finds his dads pool
of old dirty magazines
though he sees no words
children in thick coats
sing soft hued undulations,
dripping spigots freeze
first light of morning
finds my father's smiling face
death took him gently
younger brother bids
on Mom's old childhood toy box ?
sudden blush of shame
the small red maple
is the perfect climbing tree
for the happy child
A ghostly soldier
A mother and babe alone
The Price of Freedom
Readied nursery
Sobbing mother rocks herself
Mourning empty crib
on a seaside bench
my father joins his neighbour ?
autumn moon shows up
Summer furies -
Distant blue-black horizon.
Where are my children?
Sneaking children dash
Tumbling like drunken ninjas
Silent but giggly
never turn your back
on the ocean, mother warned,
the dead come in waves
the twilight of youth
too quick childhood fades away
bitter is wisdom
Blue horses run by
Children asleep on white clouds
Their hands in the sand.
My son's eye doctor
lopes like charmed cobras in sand.
Eyes here! Pretty eyes!
Cool palm on forehead,
a mother's caress calls forth
Popsicle healing.
forgotten last June
in our last kisses at dusk
two sons lay unborn