Friday, May 8, 2009

Fertile Ground

It Is
my kind of hallmark moment

It’s couscous, spicy greens,
yams sweetened with syrup

and pecans; it’s my clothes
laid out and my messes

put away without any
fussing; it’s the lists

made for me, emails reminding me
what I’ve forgotten; it’s coming

home each night to a kiss
and him listening to my

fussing; it’s the conversations:
Darfur, indi films, preteen

obsessions. It’s the knowing
I’m enough and I have plenty.

I've opted to share another draft of my own. this week's Poetry Friday is hosted at Picture Book of The Day.


tanita davis said...

A lovely snapshot.

Carleen Brice said...

Loved this!

Color Online said...

Thank you. :-)

Mitali Perkins said...

Bursting with love, this poem. Makes me want to go find my own man.

Yat-Yee said...

You've captured the small moments that make our days meaningful. And thanks for following my blog. Here's to more interaction.

jama said...

Love this. Last line is perfect :)!

Summer said...

really nice poem. I enjoyed it!

Andromeda Jazmon said...

I agree - that last line is perfect. Satisfaction!

Doret said...


Kelly said...

I am enough. Great sentence.