Zeb Goodman gets his son to write a poem
to a woman who he secretly loves
Your love is like the water
That fills my shoes on a rainy day,
With a squish, squish, squish,
Your love is like a friend I would
Share my last cookie with,
Though I'd take most of the frosting,
Your love is like a crying sister
Whose face I don't squeeze
Even though I want to,
Your love is like a dad
Who buys me ice cream
after a bad day.
There's such a sense of place, of home in your poem -- love experienced through the dailiness of living in community with the ones we love, even if we don't always like them (crying sister) -- wrapped up and held together by Dad who takes the time to treat his son to ice cream after a bad day. Well done. :)
ReplyDeleteFun! :)
ReplyDeleteCute poem. I like the "squish, squish, squish." Is this your CW blog chain post?
ReplyDeleteDoes this mean we have to share our last cookie with you? I loved the squish, squish, squish.
ReplyDeleteI'd take the frosting, too!
ReplyDeleteThanks guys.Sheila, yep. yawarakai, actually I am sugar intolerant so as far as cookies goes have at it, have one for me.
ReplyDeleteNice to know Keri.