April is National Poetry Month, and, in honor, I’ve decided to post a poem a day for the month. I’ve been writing poetry since I was a wee tyke, so I’ll have enough for each day and more. I won’t post the in order of being written, but I am going to start with my earliest known poem.
Also, since I didn’t get around to it yesterday, today I’ll do two.
According by the note my mother wrote on this poem, I wrote it in January of 1986. I would have been six.
Let bubbles go free.
They are sweet. They
glide in the sky.
They look like rainbows.
And they are fun to blow.
Monday mornings I want
to stay in bed as long as I can
buried beneath the warm blankets
ignoring my alarm.
Somehow, though, as I stand
waiting for my water to boil
I begin to feel a glimmer of excitement
as I think of all the things
I might accomplish this week
only to have it killed in class by
February 22, 1999