Poem: Being My Mom NaPoWriMo #27

I never thought I’d say
I am my mom
Especially when my job
Up until now
Was not being my mom
What a surprise to find
That being half my mom
From the beginning of this round
There’s no getting around
Being my mom
As I search for more
As I explore
Can I choose to be my mom some
And my dad some
And not be my mom some
And not be my dad some
Ah who am I trying to kid
I am both of their kid
I’m their ego and id
This first Mother’s Day without the guilt
No card this year mom
I’ll scoop up the good
And let the other slip away
Drip through my fingers
It’s Mother’s Day
This year I’m okay
Being my mom
But after that
I’ll probably go back
To trying not being my mom
It may not work
But it’s a habit
Maybe I learned it
From my mom
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About the poem:
Damn, this is a hard one for us Westerners, with our whole ‘individual identity’ thing going on. In Ghana, my friend taught me, “I am because we are.” In Korea, I think you are if your elders say so. 🙂
I was very moved by Thich Nhat Hahn’s story of a young man who said he would have nothing to do with his father. Thay laughed and said, Ha, you are your father. And your mother.
Accepting a closer connection, a reincarnation of sorts right here, makes it easier to stop the fighting. My finger cannot separate from my hand. I cannot separate from my parents.

Poem: Rolling in the grass #NaPoWriMo 24

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Flinging open the patio door
A flash of fur
Asleep no more
Head and back and ears and taily
Arms and legs and nose and belly
Every part must get a rub
The lawn is better than a tub
After napping all morning
And sitting on my ass
I shake off being lonely
By rolling in the grass
Kick and squirm, arch and wriggle
Others watching may start to giggle
Your derision is unfounded
Every part of me is grounded
Instead of meditating on your ass
You could be like me
Rolling in the grass
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About the poem:
My dog sittee was phenomenal at doing a minute-long roll in the grass when I let him out! I love teaching the technique of lying on the grass to get instantly grounded, when anxiety strikes. Who knew, ZingZing is a master!

Poem: Our Earth Day aka Protecting the EPA #NaPoWriMo 23

Bicycle-powered tunes
Bubbles and balloons
Strollers and babies
Neighbors and newbies
Homeless and recovering
Lovely people lovering
LED lights
Vegan bites
Bees and butterflies
On cheeks and hands
Native flowers and
Dandelion lands
Climate action
Jazzsatisfaction
Seed starting
Sensory gardening
Bicycling
Recycling
Kite making tables
Composting bagels
Boxes for bees
Cards for refugees
Cloth and bags
Jewels and soap
Hand-made wonders
Full of hope
Biodiversity enriches wildlife
Diversity is my rich life
I speak for the trees
And the trees speak to me
Uniting the neighbors and the nations
Protecting the EPA
This and more
Was our Earth Day
Seeds were planted
In many a heart
Every oak tree
Comes from such
A tiny start
And every forest
Is made of lots of trees
From people like us
And days like these
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About the poem:
As volunteer coordinator for the Congress Park Earth Day Festival, I was over the top happy to see 300-400 people loving Mother Earth, if only for a day. I know it’s a start.