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Samantha’s Daily Poem

May 18, 2015

Grocery shopping

We have a ritual now
starting with raspberries
which you finish
by the time we get
to the bread

you put them on each finger
like thimbles
and if one falls
you say bird
and I say nothing
letting you believe
a bird will get lucky here

you pick the apples
and I let you point
out the cheese
which you wave at people
saying hallo
after they are long gone

we go the same route each time
a comforting pattern
as though there are tracks
beneath the wheels
of our cart

we are in no hurry
wandering the aisles
while you babble and sing
uncharacteristically outgoing
and yell baby
every time you see one

but my favourite thing
is how you sit facing me
as I push the cart
your legs dangling
your hands sometimes
on top of mine

you look around
and I look at you
leaning in every few minutes
to kiss your nose
which your dad taught you
to point at
and call it a moon

as we near the cashiers
I look at our list
and I ask out loud
what we are missing
and you say


which makes me all lumpy
and want to kiss
your nose again.

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May 17, 2015

A conversation without words

She shrieks every time
like a little joy grenade
bringing the cup back to me
so I can fill it with water
and she can dump it
in the garden again

it’s a conversation
without words
making me feel
like I have won something
when she says wawa
and I guess right

I tell her to try
pouring water on other plants

she looks at me
for a long moment
then dumps it again
in the same spot

I watch amused
as the earth grows swampier
in that corner

I am calmed
by the simplicity
of her delight

and then she says
duh duh duh
so I remind her
that daddy is away

but she shakes her head
duh duh duh

so I point to the door
and then a dog in a book
and sweat a little
until I guess right


when I bring it down
from the bathtub
she places it carefully
in that flooded puddle of soil

she says with a huge smile
making my heart bruise
with the realization
that when I saw monotony
and called it sweet
she was actually building
her duck
a pool.

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May 16, 2015


Whose voice says
you aren’t worthy

it isn’t mine

I am the one
to pour love
into the head
of a pin.

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May 15, 2015

Turning forty

My son gives me six leaves
in shapes of hearts
and my daughter
says I love you
which also sounds like how
she says helicopter
so I take it
as a compliment

I do hot lunch today
cooking noodles at the daycare
one girl asks for thirds
and I want to kiss her

and here
this table and I pause
and make a poem

this is it
the quiet fullness
of arriving
at the middle of life

nobody pushing me forward
nothing pulling me down

in the cracks

I am still ripe
but in no hurry

a little bit braver today
to see what my tongue says
and not paint over
the words
when they land.

January 8, 2015

The day you don’t ask me

I wonder what the day will be like
when you don’t ask me
to kiss your hands
before I leave
and then try to pull them
off your cheeks
pretending they’ve been stuck
with glue

or when we don’t do
our hand signals
for I love you
through the window

or three jumps in a row
popping in and out of sight

will you forget to ask me
to do the waltz
on my own
singing I Could Have Danced All Night
from My Fair Lady

or will you remember
but quietly decide
to spare yourself
the spectacle

how long will it last
that soft ache
of saying nothing
both of us knowing
these things have come
to an end.

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