Saturday, May 28, 2011

Back in the Stands

I grew up in the stands of a baseball diamond
Watching my brother live his dream
every day
Now it is Cole's turn
And I love it
I have always loved it
But with my own son catching the flies
Nervous at bat (me, not him), catcher
behind the plate
It's a whole new ball game

And did I mention how good he is?
Two grand slams in one game!
Power hitter who is also fast
That is a rare combo

I am selfishly loving that he is loving baseball
I'm not much of a football fan
Though soccer is my sport
Perhaps we'll leave that to Greer
I was biding my time at the karate studio
Going with the flow of my kid's interest

But now, I enjoy the days at the field
I know all the rules, all the nuances of the game
I can tell Cole is impressed by his mom's knowledge
And isn't that like icing on the cake?
When our kids think we are cool
I know this: it is a fleeting thing

Cole as pitcher for the River Bandits

The catcher



Me, reincarnated. Get used to the games, Greer-y Goo!


At bat


Friday, May 20, 2011

Fiery Sun by COLE WILSON

The Sun!
The sun is a yellow
bead getting put
onto a necklace ready
 to be sold in a few days.

The sun is a Halloween
pumpkin cookie in
Starbuck's refrigerator.

The sun is a big gold
shiny crystal ball inside
a clam deep down under
the sea.

The sun is a bright yellow
fish swimming fast away
from a shark.

The sun is a red burning
fire burning down a house.

The sun is a cherry on
an ice cream sundae
melting in someone's hands.
The Sun!

Cole Wilson
4-25-11 

Cole does a lot of writing in his 1st grade class.
They have started writing poetry.
I think this is excellent!


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Truth

We are worthy, strong, beautiful
We are mothers, sisters, friends
We conquer, soothe, stay
When things are hard

We stand up to bullies
Crouch down to kiss
Kneel to pray
Beside sleeping babies

We bite our lip
To cry makes it worse
We bite our tongue
It's not our place

The truth is too raw
But we know it
Inside
We are free