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BROKEN GLASS -http://www.brokenglasspoetry.webs.com - Published in Online Ezine's First Edition - Crossroad, Schooled, Lost and Crushed

TURBULENCE http://turbulencepoetry.blogspot.com/ - Published in Issue number 7 - Seamstress


Saturday, April 23, 2011

Easter Candy and my Third Child

















Hip
                      Hop



from here to                            there.


Placing candy

EVERY WHERE.

Chocolate Bunny or Jelly Beans?
Do kids really know what Easter means?

Mine up this morning ready to find
decorated eggs hidden behind
assorted places they know all to well,
"WAIT! Kenny! Don't eat the shell!"

He is only 2 and now he cries,
I am stressed from all of the "bunny" lies,
so I sit my kids down and try to explain
that they must not eat their candy in vain.

Big round eyes, sweet little souls,
possessively clutching their Tootsie-rolls.
They watch me intently and try to listen
as I explain Jesus, and dying and sin.

"So candy, I say, really has nothing to do with it at all."
I notice their faces, their bodies so small.
They blink as if realizing that they cannot ignore
that there's more to Easter than CANDY GALORE!

Satisfied, I nod, give kisses and hugs
feeling those heartstrings pull and tug,
my kids should know that there is a story
behind the candy, with morals and glory.

I am pleased with our moment, I start fluffing pillows,
"Daddy's up!" "HAPPY EASTER!" he bellows.
He bounds down the stairs to their somber faces
ruffles their hair, starts searching out places,

the children staring as he goes around
over-acting his part in treasure being found.
he stops, looks at me, hands on his hips,
pouting and pursing his grown up lips,

eyes on the kids exclaiming,
"Well this is just dandy!"
and before I can stop him,
"Where's all the candy?!"

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Emote

















Slicing onions
to cover and coat
tear-stained neck
ragged, chapped throat
sharp edged freak
missed the boat
can't close her eyes
throws the remote
splashes the sink
watches it float

not one little word,
on the list he wrote -

a million lifetimes
no need to emote,
laughs futile irony
soft scent of his coat,
loses her mind
in the ink on the note,

all it said  -

we need milk,
and bread.

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