poetry

after the trifecta

after the trifecta

after all these days weeks months years
we still genuinely like each other
(harder to achieve than loving)

for this and all the other joys
that have come along with
these three main lights in my life
may I always feel grateful and blessed
even in dark hours
mine or theirs or ours

you’d never give up on me
he says
no, I wouldn’t
I agree
may it always be so

even when the road’s nearly washed out
and the lightning’s going sideways
and the rain’s a perpendicular blur
there’s always the distinct possibility
we’re headed straight toward rainbow

poetry

Mom

Mom

she comes carrying a string of lights
some filled with trees and snow
some with dark times overcome
cold days outlasted

she comes laughing at Big Mama Burger
looking for Christmas
ready to go
wherever we are