To a Daughter Leaving Home

When I taught you

at eight to ride
a bicycle, loping along beside you
as you wobbled away
on two round wheels,
my own mouth rounding
in surprise when you pulled
ahead down the curved
path of the park,
I kept waiting
for that thud
of your crash as I
sprinted to catch up,
while you grew
smaller, more breakable
with distance,
pumping, pumping
for you life, screaming
with laughter,
the hair flapping
behind you like a
handkerchief waving
goodbye.

***This is my favorite poem from the book. :)

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Life

So much depends
Upon

How you live
Your life,

The choices
You make,

And who you spend
time with.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (group version)

Glittering speckle of light,
I silently ask myself
Flying up in the sky
Like a jewel way up high
Tiny glittering gleam,

I silently ask myself.

Thanksgiving Celebration

As assembly of descendants of common ancestors
Gathering around a flat surface with one or more supports
The juicy and tongue-tickling aroma occupy completely
In a part of building of enclosed walls
And begin to hungrily consume a large-packed bird
Just pulled out of a relatively high temperature surface.
Soon after, they keep their eyes fixed
On a multi-player game played with an inflated oval sphere



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