Last year I had the good fortune of publishing a poem in a Maryland Writers’ Association anthology called Life in me Like Grass on Fire: Love Poems. I submitted a piece I wrote about Lexi when she was only 7 months old. It is entitled, “A Picture of Alex on my 40th Birthday.” I’ve joked that a few things have changed since I wrote the poem: We call her Lexi now. She is 4 years old. And I am no longer 40. Just the same, the process was a lot of fun–from submittal, through acceptance and editor’s feedback, to receiving in the mail (a complimentary tote bag and) a book with my name in it. Read the rest of this entry »
This will be charcoal-drawn.
This image, if it is to last, will be smeared,
Though the computer itself is warm,
these straight-typed-lines are too chilled and still
to capture Alex.
she can move her own hands,
clenching the crinkly toy in her fatty fist
but it’s a delicate hold and then she moves on
to touch her finger to her tongue to meet her mouth to her thumb.
She kicks and tinny scales go up and down,
the baby seat responds to her every bound
and she delights in it all,
but not as much—
a beautiful tide turns bright eyes—
as when she alights
I scoop my hands under the small,
small of her back
her face to mine we have the same smile
and her soft breath sighs.
I laugh my head back
as she leans in to
gum my chin
I know what it is to want
What I have.