Imaginary Families I

November 12, 2010

           C L A R E

Tho’ colorful and oddly clinical words,

“At breakneck speed”  more goes towards

Trains on fire, on fast tracks, out of control there.

Not firecracker granddaughters,  Clare,

Her slippery clip around a corner.

& straight on to the stairs.



               M A R Y    

The mother of all my kids,

She runs a day care center.

She nurses a fallen sparrow

Back to health, & to the blue skies

That to both, were meant her.


The precious  love to look up towards her,

To take her softest assurances,

Her sun face makes it all go light again,

Amidst  darkish  “emergencies”.


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