Catalogue

My daughter's smile
Is twelve hours distant
But home
Is as close as the doors of sleep.

My son's aggression
is five hours away
But home
is always filled with peanut butter
and jam sandwiches.

There is grass in my Canada
Because I planted it:
Not for the passing day
But for a life.

In the catalogue of futures
We are three.

Reviews

[Blake Fodor]

intriguing poem...good strong writing!

[Matching Socks]

Excellent! A beautiful write Mary. :)

[John Anderson]

What a beautiful and expressive write. Good job

[Me]

I love this..the way it rolls off the tongue and the words wrap around one another.