The Early Bird

Every saturday the early bird rises.

1, thirty four pound extention of my heart creeps softly

pulls him self up with all his might, wraps his skinny arms around me,

hugs me and whispers, "I love you, Mommy." We stay like that for awhile.


The early birds rise by themselves as to not wake anyone else up yet.

I make my coffee quietly, let out my Lab, and then feed him as quickly as I can.

And then I hang out with my thirty four pound extension of my heart.

Sweet and silly

A smile to melt my heart each time he flashes it at me and looks at me with adoring eyes......

Before he becomes a cranky and difficult little person,

We have time together.

I notice a solo cardinal outside the kitchen window. Bright, red and magnificent against the gray sky and lush greens surrounding our backyard. Then, he disappears.

The early birds rises.

Gravity

Its inevitable.

I'm gravitating this way.

I moving toward you without thinking.

Catching me in your spider web just like you did before.

Letting me go again

The Captors

I forget about the rest of you
when he's in my head

I forget your standing there all around me

My guards

Making sure I'll never sing again.

Determined to never let me by.

But you're criminals
My captors

You know
You can't have me on sandy beaches
with ice cold peaches in my mouth

You're henchmen
You hold my arms when I try to break free

My own world I'm making inside your tight circle around me.

He makes me forget you're there
When you hit me
When you spit on me

But you're criminals
My own captors.

476 days

with you in my sight
your bright blue eyes in my heart
every day and every night

Now you start to tell me what you want
With your words
and your smiles
and your gleeful expression

you are mine
my bright eyes
I am your everything.
Today
476 days.

Tight (yes the poetry is back)

It's so good
It can't be real
Don't know what to think
or even what to feel

It soft and its sweet
easy and chilled
Like fruit in my belly
so lightly filled.

It tickles is teases
Its tight and it tame
It sweet like candy
Or its just part of a game.

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To Grandmother's House We Go

Just last weekend my mom, stepfather, my five month old daughter, Francesca and I traveled to Arizona to visit my 92 year-old Grandma. Things I love about traveling to Arizona the most are seeing my family...and climbing Squaw Peak, which I don't get to do now that my brother and family have uprooted to Maryland.

Yet, my grandmother's house remains the same. One of the most constant things in my life since I was 10 years old. Walking in her home is like being home. A real feeling of home. Like a childhood walk back in time. I picked oranges of her trees, my Italian Papa make us homemade bread, fresh squeezed orange juice, and tons of other culinary goodies.

I have so many memories of my her house, like being 16 and forced to go there when a boy I fell so hard for was back at home waiting for me, playing mini golf at the arcade, the diving board at the pool, driving fast in the golfcart with my brother, and of course, when Papa passed away. I will always feel his presence when I walk through the house or when I relax on Grandma's patio.

The one thing I love most is the love that flows through the house. My Grandma is polite, educated, and well-spoken. She reads the paper every day and you will never ever catch her watching anything but baseball, the news, or Wheel of Fortune. She is also fiesty and opinionated at the same time. "babies should not be wrapped so tight, "She looks like she's in jail!" she tells me when I swaddle Francesca. Not to mention the sock in the arm she gave me when she saw Francesca's pierced ears,

"those are hurting her!"

"She's my baby I'll do what I want," I smile politely. There is more of me in her than just our matching blue eyes.