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Samantha’s Daily Poem

September 8, 2014

Unusual names

As we drive past the old post office
with the big clock tower
that you call Big Ben
you ask me
like you always do
if we can go in there

it’s closed

I tell you
and this time
it really is

can I ever go in there

I tell you a friend of mine
got married there
I tell you that you don’t know them
but they have two kids
Amy and Joe

those are unusual names

you say
which makes me laugh
all the way home.

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September 6, 2014

Turning four

Birthdays must feel rather sudden
when you’re young
everyone shouting how special
you are for one day
giving you presents
and letting you eat
whatever you want

it’s no wonder
I found you upstairs
halfway through the party
with your old babysitter
quiet on the couch
as she read you a book

your cousin has a present for you

I told you
and as we walked downstairs
you asked me

even though I’m four
can things go back
the way they were.

September 5, 2014

Getting old

The insult is not
that we die
at the end
because that grief
will not be ours

neither is it the groaning
sag of our bones
or the grey
in our everywhere

the real fear
is the threat
of some point in time
that is unmarked
and on the other side
a slow erasing
of who we thought we were
and lethargy
where there used
to be hope.

September 4, 2014

The piles

I was ambitious
I told my husband

by the end of the week

the piles on the stairs are too high
and there is too much broccoli
on the floor

it’s become absurd
we agree

I try to start small
in one corner
but when I get down low
I see the art supplies
under the couch
with the plates
that don’t fit
in our cupboard

and just like that
I am beaten

the house has won
I am too outnumbered
by objects that have a purpose
but no place

so I do what I always do
when my will sags
in tired protest

I make tea
and I sit
letting serenity interrupt me
until my weariness thaws
and I come
to life again.

September 3, 2014


We drive home in the rain
the evening sun behind us
turns the dark clouds purple
like bruises

you spot it first
as clear as if it had been drawn with felts
and it makes me so happy
I honk at a stranger
in the car beside us
and point energetically to the sky

she smiles
and then the light turns green
so I roll down the window
and you yell


in case she thought
we were just being friendly

you ask me
how it got there
and I tell you it happens
when there is rain and sun
at the same time

in bed later that night
I hear you tell bunny
that if you mix
sun and water
you get stripes.

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