“Hey Malcolm”
she said with a sort of sweet indifference-
“You want some water and chips?”

His reply-
Incomprehensible sounds that hung heavy
With the thick humidity.

Any other
would have not bothered but her altruism
shone like the surrounding brick.

“Water, chips?”
spoken with a familiar neutrality.
Her kindness did not waiver.

Not deterred-
By the state Malcom or his sour taste
or even the heavy heat

“Chips” he spilled.
The unrelenting sun laughed at his choice but
Her kindness did not waiver.

Door ajar,
She disappeared into the shadows to retrieve
her promised gifts to Malcolm.

Her building,
Glistening red squares that had been bought and sold
Many times since the 80’s.

And Malcom
was just one of the many casualties
to fall in the pure, white cracks.

“Drink water”
She had returned and handed him both drink and chips.
Her kindness did not waiver.

She did not
Ignore Malcolm or pass him by like most-
Her actions small but fearless.

Her kindness did not waiver.

Did you know?
That when you turn the lights off,
Your room comes alive--
And everything begins to dance!

The couches prefer to tango
And your clothes prefer to waltz.
While your shoes all do the salsa
Your books do summersaults!

Appliances like ballet
And the art just kind of sways.
Yes darkness can be scary
But do not be afraid.

Because your room comes alive
When you turn off your light-
So wish them happy dancing
When you say goodnight.

I once met a seahorse at sea,
She came up and swam next to me.
With her baby in tow,
But I had not known
That that mommy fish; she was a he.

The seahorse said how do you do?
I said “I am well, how are you?”
Daddy seahorse replied
“With my babe by my side,
How could I ever be blue?”

Read-a-book, Share-a-book, library,
That’s how it goes from you to me;
Read it, love it, put it on the shelf,
Then it can be read by somebody else!

You are my whole world
All that I do is for you
Your doors are always open
So that when I get inside
I go straight for your red cart.

You have two lovely children
A new puppy too
(Probably a Doodle or something close to)
Those are the things
That make you- you.

You check all the boxes
You love Target and honey,
Who wouldn’t love perusing
And spending all kinds of money.

When his friends come around, you shuffle right off
And chat with the others mom’s in the loft.

The kids run around you and the other ladies
After all, you’ve got the motherly instincts, their your babies!

Dinner is shared because he has his grill
But cleaning up later requires your skill.

But what do you do for the social injustice,
What happened to your dreams?
What do you do when your life’s in a rut?
What if it’s not a man she loves?
What about the state of the world?

I guess I didn’t want to write a poem,
I just wanted to ask you how your priorities became what they are on instagram?

I can see it when you look at me
Dedication, love, a commitment to be
The kind of mommy you’ve always wanted to be
I see it- when you look at me

I notice all the things you do
All the places you take me and the beautiful views.
You do so much for me and without I’d be nothing
The love that you show me goes above all things.

When you look at me
Your smile and eyes light up the room
While they ask for attention
But it’s me you consume.

Im the first place you look
In both morning and night,
The hours we’re together
are such a delight.

It’s a tragedy when I die-


But you always bring me back
Never mind those other moments
Did I mention I’m back?

So post the best pic
Hope you took more than one
Arn’t you so lucky
Your whole life is being written down?

Tell your child to hush-
They are being to loud
But make sure that you tag
Your friends in the crowd

Make sure that your cheers
Has the boomerang on
Ignore your partner
But make sure to take a mirror picture at the salon.

Starbucks is great,
That a picture of that
And make sure you get some thing documented
With a caption reading “coffee with bestie, great chat!”

And if the sun ever catches your eye
And makes you wonder if there is more
Make sure you put up your windshield sun catcher
Before you enter the store.