Saturday, June 17, 2017

letters, undelivered: dear dad


dear dad (on the occasions of your birthday and father’s day, 2017),

i wish i could sit with you today,
me on the Rollator
and
you in the La-Z-Boy Powerlift
the tv on golf
i wish i could sit with you today
and
tell you
happy birthdayfather’sday
and
that i got four new chickens, rhode island reds,
but
one of them didn’t make it the night
fox, i guess
you would ask about
the
garden
and
i would say everything is stunted this year
and
not even a second would pass
before
your
joke
don’t belittle your garden
and
maybe you would share a good one from the comics
or
a 1930’s E Street adventure
before falling asleep,
chin on your button-down shirt
it would be
my cue to slip out,
back to busy
i should have slowed down some years ago,
listened longer,
and
i wish i could see you today, dad

love,


kr

Saturday, October 8, 2016

sitting, quiet




sitting, quiet,
save
the shhhh puhhhh
of
the
oxygen tank
the hot humid hospital-like room
making its permanent mark
on my senses
shhhh puhhhh
the blind is open
and
there's
c street, evening-time quiet,
calling me to
run
run
run
shhhh puhhhh
to forget
that
the woman who
raised my husband
and taught
and cooked
and sang
and served
and traveledtheworld
and whom i love
is slipping
into
shadow
shhhh puhhhh
c street, evening-time quiet,
is calling me to run
but
my boys’ nana lies, needing,
in
her
last
days
shhhh puhhhh
so
i reach over and
close
the
blind
shhhh puhhhh
c street, evening-time quiet,
is calling me to run
shhhh puhhhh
but
for now
i’ll sit, quiet,
witness
to
the
wonder
of God-at-work
as he prepares his
daughter
for
home
shhhh puhhhh


linking with holley and missional women

Monday, August 8, 2016

meet the siblings

Carol, me, Allen, Cam, Katie, Mary


i came across an old poem today and was reminded that one of the reasons i love my siblings so much is that they make me laugh until i cry. this piece is entitled 51 because it belongs in a series....



51

two sisters and a brother and i watched
dad sleep in his chair yesterday
his legs practically running a marathon
and
we began discussing restless leg syndrome
only we call it
jumpy legs
or
the heebie-jeebies

me –

it feels like i have strings inside my leg bones
that come out the soles of my feet
and
someone starts pulling on them
like a marionette

katie –

it’s like my blood is running backwards
but
not angry backwards

cam –

my toenails itch….

katie –

oh yeah
itchy toenails is a
big sign
of the heebie-jeebies

and the laughing-till-we-cried?

soul food

what do you love about your siblings?

Thursday, July 28, 2016

dear hank (three days before your wedding),

a daughter for me!!!




last night
you slept in the
loft
your twin-bed-that-papa-made
arm’s length from
your
brother
but
when you come next
you’ll be
married, hankandblair,
sleeping in the
guest
room
and
this adulthood of yours -
owning a vacuum
applying for seminary
asking for my sweet tea recipe -
i am
shocked and proud and overjoyed
all at once
but mostly
i am assured
that whether you
dwell
with dad and me on the mountain
or
with blair on moorcroft way
you are always
in the shadow of the most high
and
that
is a parent's
peace


love, mom

linking with holley and missional women