"I'm playing in my head a lot, and Bruce
is lots more interactive than a chair,
although he's staying little" (worrying).
"He thinks my hair is shiny, and I sing.
He always pays attention; smiles at me
and waves his fingers." Never worrying
like she does (being four) and listening
from just around the corner. And they moved
and took her out of school, and she can feel
the stresses in the house. And talks to him.
"She's coming, Bruce; she's looking for a job.
You need to grow as fast as possible,
like I do. Wait and I'll sing Twinkle" (sings).
I am a medievalist turned poet with three children. My son Raymond died in 2005, at 18. I have two daughters however, and life keeps morphing. Currently I am on sabbatical in Michigan.