Wednesday, June 25, 2008

#7, #8, #9, #10.

Even with ten calls,
Thirteen year olds can't make plans,
Finally goes out.

Faced mashed against mesh,
Trying to escape play pen,
But confined babe good.

Lacrosse helps shed pounds,
Twelve year old son looks gangly,
Giant shoes don't help.

Furtive sex in morn,
Silent humping, don't wake babe,
Still he rises with the sun!

Sunday, June 22, 2008

#4, #5, #6

Sleeping now, oh joy!
What to do, what to do? Crap!
He's awake again.

Sky blue, sky grey, clouds.
Laundry flapping, must come in.
Can't do fast enough.

Great dress, shoes, up-do.
Where has the little girl gone?
Grade eight grad comes quick.

Saturday, June 21, 2008


How could it be true?
I helped make you, carried you?
Oh, beautiful son.


Shower? Really? Me?
It's been days since I was clean.
Wait! He is awake.


Some days are harder
I can only take so much
But, oh, when he sleeps