Saturday, October 22
Ten of us wake up in our son’s perfect-for-four apartment,
D and I on an air mattress crammed in the playroom.
(Later tonight D will lose his balance on too little air
when he rises to visit the restroom, tumble back into bed,
then to the floor and set a toy to talking–and me to giggling.)
It’s so good to all wake up bed-headed
and morning-breath’d together.
I make Grandpa’s pancakes by request,
and we all go whack little balls on little green fields
into eighteen little round holes.
I do better than ever once I’m finally
instructed on how to get a grip.
Then we celebrate the youngest’s first
with Minnie Mouse at Dave and Buster’s.
I give this day a 10.
Simply Darlene says
You are giving erma bombeck short stories a run for the money with your humor+love poems.
Sandra Heska King says
Me and Erma in the same sentence? That just tickles me pink. 😀