Day 31 - OctPoWriMo: Mysteriousness

Mysteriousness

Mystified, stunned about New

York, yet drawn to

See what the hell

Transpired. I wonder how we’ll

Explain to our children

Reassure them about this world

In which they must make a life

Of meaning, a life that encompasses

Unwavering goodness and love.

Squeeze them tight

Never let them feel our despair

Enable their childhood’s rightful

Sweetness, their trust undiluted, Help them grow

Strong     Sincere    Undeterred

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Day 8 - OctPoWriMo 2017: How Could I Know

How Could I Know

How could I know

of her resolve, her tenacity

How could I know

of her perceptive powers,

her good sense of the world

and her place in it

I should have

when I looked

into my second-born’s face

that August morning at 2:22

when she grabbed the world

and me

her black eyes focused

taking stock 

Almost saying “Mama”

Day 5 – OctPoWriMo 2017: Revelation

Today's theme: Finally I Understand


Revelation

It took the birth

Of my first child

Her weight in my arms

Before I understood

Before I understood

The depth of my parents’ love

Before I understood

Their profound sacrifices

Their profound sacrifices

So I might thrive

Grow into the woman 

They hoped I'd become

Detroit, Michigan 1943

2016 OctPoWriMo – #9

Sunday Mornings

Sausage curls cascade

               from crown 

                         to shoulders.

Shiny black bouquet

Springy as a nest of Slinkys

A testament to the patience

A bow to the wills

of Black mamas bound for church.

Today’s prompt was "Spiral." Between a recent video I saw, and a line I used in a short memoir piece, this poem emerged.

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Day 30 - OctPoWriMo 2013: Here I Am

Today's prompt asked us to showcase a social issue that is important to us. My observation of too many preoccupied parents missing their opportunity to communicate with their kids is the catalyst for this poem.

Here I Am

Shut the damn phone

Mom-my

Hang up and drive

Dad-dy

Talk to me

                How was my day

                     Scary, humiliating

                What did I learn

                     Meanness rules

                Do I have homework

                     A bully took it

                How is my friend

                     Miserable, too

Talk to me

Look at me

Show me you know

I am here

Shut the damn phone