Poem for Enjoying Raffi Music with My Daughter

So I’ve been too long absent from my blog.  My daughter (almost one year old!) has been teething for about six weeks straight (I think–I am losing track of time–maybe it’s been two months?  Maybe it’s been forever?), and while I am content overall, I have not been getting as much writing done as I’d like.  She’s been up once or twice in the night most nights, and has been racking up the teeth!  At least I hope she can take some solace in her dental progress, though I’m not sure that’s her focus.

Though I still feel passionately about being a teacher, I’ve been settling into being a stay-at-home mom, and feel pretty happy in this role.  I have also been tutoring part-time, mostly when my husband is home in the evenings, but my mom has also helped out.  Life is a lot different for me this year compared to last year and then again the year before…

One of the things I’ve been really loving is singing, dancing, and moving along with Raffi.  Anyone else remember him?  His tender, creative, folk singing was a staple in my childhood, and I’ve learned that he’s still performing, and I now follow him on Twitter.   Here’s a link to one of his songs on YouTube.  We have one of his concerts on DVD and an album to listen to, too.  My daughter LOVES him.  She is entranced by the music and bounces up and down, sitting or standing.  We clap, we stomp–she attempts to snap.  We have maracas–it’s a good time!  So, while I may not be sleeping as much as I’d like, I wanted to rejoin my blog with a little poem celebrating something awesome.

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Poem for Enjoying Raffi with My Daughter

Bouncing, face alight,

she shakes her maraca, claps–

checks that I’m dancing, too.

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On another note, for those upset about what we’ve been seeing in Syria, one of the ways to help is to donate to the White Helmets.  I did, today–here is the link to their site: https://www.whitehelmets.org/en.  The area for donations is near the bottom when you scroll down.

Short Poems for Halloween

 

Poem for Little One’s First Halloween

Warm, fleecy unicorn

watches trick-or-treaters

and her silver horn

in the dark window.

Playing with Papa,

admiring Grammy’s light-up earrings,

waiting for her cousins.

Next year, she’ll walk with them,

taller, faster, in a new guise.

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Haiku for an Empty Candy Bowl on the Porch upon Returning Home

We were not home, but

left candy out, knowing that

one child might take all.

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Haiku from my Dog on Halloween Night

Too loud, too many–woof!

Or let me out to play–woof!

I’ll run wild, like you!

Poem for a Moment in the Supermarket

She looked lost this week,

scanning food, bagging, without

recognition… I 

wanted to clutch her

bent shoulders and pull her out

into the normal

I knew for her.  I

tried.  She did not know me, though

we’ve often exchanged

words about our cart,

my pregnancy, the baby,

my husband’s Asian

heritage and hers. 

I smiled, spoke and was ready

to meet her eyes, but 

I stopped short before

breaking into her world with

“Are you OK?” though

I could’ve, should’ve

maybe.  At least I send her

thankful, hopeful thoughts

until next week, when

I’ll unload my cart again 

and see if all’s well.  

Why Haikus?

Lately, I’ve been writing a lot of haikus.

I’ve always enjoyed them–I like the simplicity of the form, the way you can let this small piece of poetry that packs a punch just digest for a moment.  I love books of haikus and other short poetry, where you get some blank space to frame that little morsel so that your brain can feast without distraction.  A few of my favorite sources for short poetry:

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And then there’s writing them.  I love the puzzle of trying to express something within the haiku’s parameters, deciding on words, line breaks, and images, without stepping outside the bounds of 5-7-5…unless I really decide that I should.

Since my little one came along, I’ve been writing more haikus (or poetry using haiku stanzas) than ever before.  Why?  It’s easier to compose haikus than longer works while the baby sleeps in my arms.  I type with one hand so that I can avoid moving so much that she wakes up and cries.  This is a huge advantage of the haiku.  Expect to see more!