Saturday, October 24, 2009

We'll dance

The long week drifts away.
As we come together,
At the end of the day.
Your sould grasps my eyes.
We laugh together,
All my regret dies.

You say:
"Brush away your tired eyes,
Wipe the work from your hands,
We've both had our rainy days,
Take my hand,
We'll dance."

Dancing away in the moonlight,
Blow off our worries with a kiss.
And in your arms the whole world feels right.
We're both smiling; no fears,
You pull my body close to you,
and softly whisper in my ear,

You say:
"Brush away your tired eyes,
Wipe the work from your hands,
We've both had our rainy days,
Take my hand,
We'll dance."

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Older Couple

Everyday when I drive to pick up my son,
this older couple is out walking.
The man is tall and balding.
His thick rimmed glasses take up half his face.
The woman is small and hunched over.
Her one leg curls in slightly and she hobbles more than walks.
Everyday they are out walking;
She has her cane in one hand and her husbands arm in the other.
His arm works to keep her steady.
Everyday I watch them slowly make their way down the sidewalk.
It is their diligence that strikes me,
Their dedication to the routine.
It is the fact that he is always there for her,

steadying her stride,

holding her up,

supporting her.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

To my son

To my son:
What does life have in store for you?
Your world is full of possibilities,
Right now you can barely hold my fingers,
but some day your hands will do something incredible.
What kind of dreams will you create?
Right now you wobble around trying to crawl,
but some day your strides will be strong and confident.
Where will your steps take you?
What kind of man will you become?

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Fake it

It is a rainy day and I feel it in my heart,
I feel like no one truly sees me,
Maybe no one is really looking...
Even with my telephone book of friends and my busy schedule, the lonliness is there.
Maybe we are all just faking it:
Faking that we know someone when we really don't,
Faking that we are happy when we aren't,
Faking that we are better people then we really are,
Faking orgasms,
Faking sick,
Faking intelligence.
Sometimes I play the part I know people want me to play,
So yes, I fake it.
Maybe that is why my heart feels so cold and soggy today.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

A Woman

We contain all realms of weakness,
We contain all realms of strength.
We are easily dismissed,
Yet so strikingly important.
With my femininity,
I can get what I want,
Make a man think twice.
With one flash of my eyes,
I can make him fall to his knees.
With the sway of my hips,
I can turn his head.
It is a man’s world,
But I’m glad I am a woman.

Monday, October 12, 2009


I have a fondness, an obsession actually, for musicals. I think life would be so much more interesting if people burst into song during the day. There would be far less violence, if gang fights were like the ones depicted in West Side Story. There would be far less broken hearts if love relationships could be solved by singing a duet together. And let’s face it, what party isn’t livelier with some singing and dancing?

If I could live in a musical for one day I would wake up singing, “Oh what a beautiful morning.” I would hop in the shower and sing “I’m gonna wash that man right out of my hair.” I would grab my umbrella and come up with some impressive dance moves on my way to work. At the end of the day, I would get my pay check and sing “If I were a rich man” all the way home to cheer myself up. That evening, I would listen while my husband sang some beautiful sonnet to me before we made love and hum softly as he drifted off to sleep.

Musicals get a bad wrap because they are unbelievably corny, but with all the depravity surrounding us, a little more corniness is just what we need. And who says women can’t be wooed by music- it has worked on me in the past. Who says conflicts can’t be resolved through singing? Isn’t that the origin of rap music?

If only the Lord had given me a beautiful singing voice I would storm the stages of Broadway. Instead I am a car singer. Instead of Broadway, I have the open road as a stage; my Honda is my audience. I’ve sung back up to some of the hottest artist in my car.

Friday, October 9, 2009


You complete me.
My weaknesses,
completed in your strength.
My uncertainity,
steadied by you, unwaivering.
Your hands, firm and careful,
Complete my hands, gentle and sure.
Your arms are filled by my body.
Your lips fit perfectly with mine.
Your body is firm and strong,
my body is soft and lovely.
And when you hold me,
my body feels even softer.
I mold into you.
I complete you.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Naive Again

Sometimes I feel like I’m still a naïve little girl. I remember very clearly my first few months of college. Until that point, everything I had learned had been based around the confining walls of my private school, where everyone knew my name. I remember times I would innocently sleep in the same bed with one of my guy friends and nothing would happen. I thought all men were like that. I thought it was normal for guys and girls to be just friends, without ever getting involved.
Those first couple months out of high school were rough for me. I felt like the whole world was so different from how I had originally seen it. I had trouble placing boundaries between friendship and something more. I think I may have broken a couple hearts. I was shocked to discover how many men really just wanted to get in my pants. In movies, the “players,” are obvious to spot. In real life the roles of player, good guy, and bad guy aren’t so clear.
After 6 years in the real world and 4 years of marriage, I have learned so much more about male/ female relationships. Still occasionally something happens and I feel 17 again, wide-eyed and naïve. I like to think I am an assertive successful woman, but I don’t always feel that way. I’d like to say I completely understand men, but I am always being surprised. It seems I am always being put in my place.