Ask the child
Ask the rabbi
Ask the Christian
Ask God.
...
I know you'll think me crazy, but I've seen the strangest thing,
it happened while my baby slept beneath a bush one spring.
It's something that passed by my eye, and made me gasp in awe.
It's something that I know is true - because I truly saw.
...
Mama is a crazy girl,
my children sometimes sing;
when Mama dances on the table
snakes hanging from her head.
...
I can't see you.
I feel you -
your intensity -
a splash of cool mist
...
Raindrops dance along the roof;
it's my favourite time
in cottage country,
lying cuddled with my kids,
...
There is no moment like this one with you,
no bed as welcoming,
no morning to greet me as you do.
...
It's six and you're asleep,
tired after a day of zipping through the jungle.
I kiss your back and taste the cool air against your freckled skin,
...
You are the moist tip of my tongue;
the silent pause in the air
I take in - and the one that breaks out.
...
One brief moment of insanity
made her dropp her pants, and dare
to run naked down the halls,
a T-shirt tied around her head,
...
Are you a curse that plagues me well,
sore on my soul for all to tell?
Or are you a gift to lengthen my day,
to twist my path beyond my way -
...