For the granddaughter
For Maggie
Have my tears dried?
her sweet face presented to me.
Feeling her sorrow
still, knitted brow, eyes tragic,
she looked to me to say
they were gone.
She was feeling the
injustice of a four-year-old's pride
in the little heave of a sigh,
Have my tears dried?
For the Other granddaughter :)
For Caitlyn: Painting the Toilet
Painting toilet paint on the walls,
She racks havoc in the halls,
A basting brush and a handy source of water,
A commode to me, but to a granddaughter,
A magic glimmering bucket of paint.
Oh, say it ain't,
Oh say it ain't so.
No what a grand mother should do But...
I danced last night naked in my backyard I
Had my shoes on
To keep a sense of
Dressed
My blue glass of wine dark
I thank William
For his recipeee
"My Recipe
WDO"
From that special area in North
Carolina where all the friends are
Family and all the families are not
Necessarily friends
And the names are
The same
I kept that wine too
Long, got it like vinegar
Before I tasted it
But as I danced in my backyard naked
The wine I kept for the right
Moment
Was now
In a carafe of apples it
Took the vinegar to sweet
And the mosquitoes that feasted on my bare skin
Well... drove me inside
to write to you
hiccupped and happy.
Your shrewd and charming
Your shrewd and charming voice shines through each one. The ones for the grandkids were frolicking, heart-melting reasons to smile. The last one was an authentic, free-spirited release, and all of them, composed with your unique, poetic sleight of hand. Always enjoy your work.