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Dream Big

When God lights you up,
pray big prayers.
Imagine what God can do,
as He illuminates the darkness
through your life.
God and His kingdom are here
and they’re breaking in.

 

This is a found poem, based on my notes from a sermon podcast I listened to this morning by Imago Dei’s Rick McKinley. I opened my journal to start working on today’s poem, and then I saw these notes and it seemed that the poem had written itself!

 

 

Who is the me that writes? (A Noir-ish Poem for Day 9)

The rain is falling oh so fast
and it feels like time is slipping past
‘cuz my reflection in the looking glass
keeps changing

who is the me that writes these words?
a mother, daughter, wife
& are you friend or foe?
i never know
who to trust on the roads of life

beware the ides of march, they say
but what of april late?
who knows what chaos will ensue
when we’re driven to create

 

 

Itty Bitty was a cat
the likes you’ve never seen
her tubby body was so fat
she’d never be a beauty queen
one day I saw her catch a rat
and play with it, that fiend —
her temperament had seemed so sweet
but if she could, it’s me she’d eat

 

Author’s Note: This is my attempt at today’s NaPoWriMo prompt for an ottava rima poem. My apologies to Itty Bitty, who was generally a very nice cat, and lived a long life for a kitty.

Baby, I love

your big blue
eyes and long dark lashes
i love your gap-toothed smile
and sweet milk-scented breath
your R2D2 babbles and lion roars
i love your cuddles and giggles
and how you love me, mommy
completely, won’t ever reject me
not yet

Pelvis

by Ursula Crawford

You shook your pelvis
and they worshipped you.
Well, my seven-year-old hips
couldn’t speak that jive
but my lips
sang you ain’t
nuthin but a hound dog
over and over
to the picture of you,
pre-
white jumpsuit and
Las Vegas and
specially made fried PBJ sandwiches,
which hung on my wall.
you were sexy then, at
least to a first grader
looking back through time.
You were sexy
and they worshipped you
and then you were unsexy
and they worshipped you
and then you died
alone
on the toilet
our king.

Author’s Note: Okay, this is sort of cheating because I wrote this poem years ago. But I like it, and it is a busy Mama Bear day, thus far including grocery shopping, 3 poopy diaper changes, discouraging Baby Bear from eating a thumbtack & encouraging her to eat vegetables, my husband working all day on a Saturday after working all week, and as always — sleep deprivation.

 

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Surprised by Joy

at 3-months-old
you laughed, surprising me
with a full-throated giggle
when i unlocked the mailbox
and extracted a letter
so marvelous, you seemed to think
this little door
that opens to reveal
the day’s correspondence
so extraordinary, the ordinary
to a child, seeing it all
for the first time

Skills not mentioned on my LinkedIn profile:

Able to change a diaper while my daughter tries to crawl off changing table
expert at singing baby to sleep
can roar like a lion and quack like a duck
knowledge of 80+ ASL signs including milk, more, want
can type while breastfeeding
can survive months of sleep deprivation without hallucinating
possesses strength to carry baby and groceries and diaper bag up stairs
still remembers the quadratic formula, though not how to use it
able to give everything for love

Your first Easter

you wear a white dress
with pastel blue polka dots
and a matching satin ribbon
tied in a bow around your waist.
Suchaprettygirl
walking already, at 11 months
you toddle across the grass
in shiny black Mary Janes.
When you stumble and fall, arms outstretched
I gasp, preparing to swoop you up
and hold you tight.
Instead you brush yourself off
and stand again.

 

– UC

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IMG_1264 IMG_1263  I was excited to discover that April is National Poetry Writing Month. I feel up to the challenge of writing one poem a day for the next 30 days – without the expectation that any of them be good poems. I thought I would kick off NaPoWriMo with some zoo haikus. Baby Bear and I have been enjoying our visits to the zoo, thanks to the zoo membership that Grandma Silly bought for us. Baby Bear has decided that “roar” is an important part of her vocabulary.

Friday at the zoo
Marie saw lions and roared
my darling wild thing

 

 

 

elephant Lily
300 pounder at birth
a big baby girl!