I Stop Writing the Poem
to fold the clothes. No matter who lives
or who dies, I’m still a woman.
I’ll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt
together. Nothing can stop
our tenderness. I’ll get back
to the poem. I’ll get back to being
a woman. But for now
there’s a shirt, a giant shirt
in my hands, and somewhere a small girl
standing next to her mother
watching to see how it’s done.
I am so happy March is here. I found this poem and it rang so true for me and my feelings for the past month.
When Skies are Low and Days are Dark
When skies are low
and days are dark,
and frost bites
like a hungry shark,
when mufflers muffle
ears and nose,
and puffy sparrows
huddle close –
how nice to know
is something purely
So now a new month begins, Lent and the change in liturgical seasons begins soon, a New Moon cycle is about to be here, and spring is just over the horizon. Welcome, welcome March! Happy to have you here!
I found this poem the other day and it hit me right in the heart. I think it’s a great poem for this season, when we’re told buying and getting more stuff is what will make us happy. Hope it speaks to you as well! You can find more poems by this writer here.
The Orange by Wendy Cope
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.