Archive for the 'Poetry' Category


Published Date: January 16th, 2009
Category: Poetry

                                    One small whiff of                                     the aging lady sitting                                     next to me and it is                                     as if I am                                     eight again                                     Standing in Babish’s                                     pink-flowered bathroom with                                     pink tiles and                                     (yes) pink tub                                     Watching her                                     slowly rub the                                     white chalky paste on her                                     wrinkled [...]

Rose Garden

Published Date: October 14th, 2008
Category: Poetry

  I think the first time you said you loved me was under this same trellis at the Chicago Botanic Garden   Is that why this place beckons me? I am no Lily Pulitzer-wearing North Shore Mama   Yet those roses they call to me like a freshly-squeezed mojito on a warm summer night   [...]

Glenwood Arts Festival

Published Date: August 26th, 2008
Category: Poetry

  Sipping sangria in the sunshine The shrill of a seashell played by a Japanese man A white bandana wrapped around his jet-black hair The Kokyo Taiko drums pound in the background Their rhythm climbs into my heart beats into my bloodstream   My son and husband are entranced with the symmetry of sound these [...]

Little Boy

Published Date: August 15th, 2008
Category: Poetry

  Sour milk and sticky apple juice fingers brushed through Baby shampoo-ed hair   Unwashed teddy bears and slightly dank blankies resting next to your warm body encased in Dreft-washed Elmo PJs   Then of course there are the aromas of belly laughs and dark, dark eyes and the eternal smiles of sleep   The [...]


Published Date: August 4th, 2008
Category: Poetry

  How does one dress for a Catholic school open house? When you sometimes look in the mirror and are shocked to realize you are even a mother.   So far your expertise with dressing yourself is in   first dates happy hours concerts weddings (including your own) business meetings   But never as a [...]

Kangaroo Lake

Published Date: July 28th, 2008
Category: Poetry

  Pontoon boats glide across the lake like prehistoric relics   Dinosaurs of the fresh water and open-mouthed bass   Scooping up lost lime-green rafts along their heavy path and   Silently returning them to their sleepy owners.  

Wind Chimes

Published Date: July 18th, 2008
Category: Poetry

      Wind Chimes       It’s as easy as lunch on the back deck the taste of summer captured in a single watermelon slice   We are sandy and hot, but hungry for French fries and the sound of wind chimes   And it is a day like this where I know [...]

Mama in Your Eyes

Published Date: July 4th, 2008
Category: Poetry

  She used to say   I see Mama in your eyes   And I would search looking into her dark almond-shaped eyes Looking for a glimpse perhaps a small sighting of 4-year old me With long, shiny hair and full bangs.   I would finally find an image of me and the bond we [...]

Cha Cha Shoes

Published Date: June 13th, 2008
Category: Poetry

                                      Hanging in a bag                                     on the back of my                                     bedroom door handle                                     Taunting me with your                                     peep toes and                                     shiny gold lamé straps                                       How I love you                                       For a mere                                     fourteen dollars I, too, could                                     dance like Baby in her                                     filmy, [...]


Published Date: June 2nd, 2008
Category: Poetry

  It is a word that you think you will never use as a young mother   Those perfect mothers may say how irresponsible how undeserving she is to have that child how utterly lacking in respect for all that is sacred in motherhood   Yet as you lay in your bed trying to let [...]