At Home (with young children)
The smallness of
this long day,
minutes parceled out
by tweezer.
Fingers combing carpet fibers,
grooming this house,
feeling for earnestly snipped scraps
in school-dull colors.
Finding, too, grievances
like unpopped kernels,
to be picked up,
polished with care
between thumb and fingertip,
and slipped into my mouth.
4 replies on “At Home (with young children)”
Wonderful poem- captures that time of life so well!
You got it, Annie Kurzweg. Now I’m doing same for grandchildren – those days never end (thank goodness).
Beautiful.
Yes! Grievances like unpopped kernels – there’s a thought. Love the words, alliteration of your poem.