“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

baby beat poetry

I am a baby

I am a small dictator

You will come when I call

You will jump when I say jump

You will cry when I cry…

 

And you will love it.

 

I am small but powerful

I am soft but strong

My muscles are undeveloped

But my reign is irresistible

You will do my bidding…

 

And you will love it.

 

You are lucky for now

because I love you too

And I need you to transport me from perch to perch

Because these rolled knees are yet weak

But remember

One day I will be tall

I will speak

You will hear my voice

 

And you will hear me say

"Why did you make me wear those amber teething beads and make me look like I was following Phish?  Not cool, man.  Not cool."

camping is scary

mommy beat poetry

title: amalgamation

i am an amalgamation
i am mother
i am a thin woman full of hummus and expectations
i have a soft voice but calloused hands
and i never wear white after Labor Day.
 
my life has been full of changing diapers, powdering bottoms, stirring pimento cheese and running 5Ks,
lulling children to sleep with stories and prayers,
and greasing the childproof doorknob with olive oil so they can't get back out even if they wake again.
 
but i am also quick and strong
with an inner voice that curses like a sailor.
i am understudy for the missing Beastie Boy (rip MCA).
i can move heavy furniture without waiting for my husband to come home to help,
and i have reset a toilet without breaking those little pins on the sides...even our plumber breaks the pins on the sides...
everyone breaks the pins on the sides...
 
but not me.
i am an amalgamation
a life-giver
a mommy
a warrior
as soft and fluffy as coconut cake, but as tough and wiry as turkey jerkey.
i love hard and will be your biggest cheerleader,
but if you step in that pile of dust in the middle of the kitchen floor that i just swept,
i will waterboard you