In what may surely be a “What Was She Thinking?” moment, I have committed to doing a Poem A Day for the month of October as part of OctPoWriMonth.
Given the parameters of the challenge, these will be written in a day. I will try to follow the prompts, but may change as we go along.
I missed day one, having just discovered this challenge in tonight’s Story Dam Twitter chat. Given that I am 1) new to my love of poetry (check out my Desiderata post to find out more), and 2) I haven’t yet studied the craft, imperfect my poems most certainly will be. But isn’t it good to stretch ourselves a little? I saw this great quote on Twitter today:
To dare is to lose one’s footing momentarily.
To not dare is to lose oneself. ~Kierkegaard
So here I go, daring myself to try something out of my comfort zone.
The Two of Us
By CJ Schwartz
I watched her wrinkled hand smooth the tablecloth at our little table.
It was the one her mother
gave us when we married –
so many years past now.
I long ago learned not to question
the time and effort
some of these little things took.
It would be the two of us, after all, enjoying bowls of reheated beef stew
and day old (but delicious) cornbread.
Still, she took the time
to set a lovely table.
Our daughters now are grown.
They have their own tables to set,
though they have meetings
and travel and kids and perhaps
are too busy or too uninterested.
But not my darling, my dearest.
She does this with a small smile, pleased to make something beautiful.
I kiss her check as she fusses
over white cloth napkins
and think to myself,
she has made our life