The little nursemaids are covering me with their love
I am lying on the couch, in their middle
The littlest is rearranging my eyebrows, smoothing, crooning
My eyes shut-in a wandering headache; wavelets of quease wash around
Warm little fingers are poking apple muffin crumbs into my mouth
“I peeled the apples and I cutted the apples. Dad helped me peeled the apples and Dad helped me cutted the apples. He’s very nice. I mean really. He’s really nice.”
The oldest is posing in her flower-girl dress,
breaking away with Kelly Clarkson,
delighted with herself
The middlest is missing
Charlie Rich rolls in with the flow, dismissed
The littlest is off-duty, sitting on my hip, eating muffins in my ear
The oldest weaves in and through all morning, filling the room with Sunday and the sweet sound of twelve
The middlest waits with a crazy face, nose to nose
She presents a get well card, vigilantly carelessly made, pleased with my dopey surprise
Everywhere is warmth, music, movement and headache
and I cannot stop smiling
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Ah. That totally doesn't work the next day. Someone remind me to not publish poems until I've slept on them first.
This is not Sweedums ode, btw. That is because I do not know what an ode is. Odea.
Oh, I like it! It's gorgeous. I want babies. Sniff.
...reckon you might be uncomfy with the rawness of it, Ms Q.
Bein' a new dad & all, I rather liked it.
Posted a comment on your haiku btw.
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Dr Drew
Jelly: Welcome! and thank you for your generous words. Dost thou also poetize, perchance?... would LOVE to see what you would come out with :)
Dr Drew: It's that obvious? And does my maternal guilt also show thru? Or is that the same thing?
I loved this poem Quirkie! Don't you dare repent of it. Your rawness is heartwrenching and absolutely lovely.
Sweedums, you're vewy noice. I've been reading some odes. All a bit depressing, really, aren't they? I've been challenged recently to write happy poems... apparently they're much harder. Would it be kosher to write a happy ode, do you think? "Ode to Happiness" eww, it already sounds maudlin
Yes happy ode is groovy with me, I think you are not the person to write about shallow "happiness" as a lot of people would understand it. REAL happiness....can't wait to hear an ode on that! Blog. Ode. Share. Lovely.
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