Stay at Home


(for my daughter)

Back when hours
were counted by
morning snack
afternoon naps
trips around the
world in a block,
where time’s only
worry was whether
the dog next door
would greet us
at the gate.

April Love Prompt: A Happy Memory

This year I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by combining  NaPoWriMo’s daily poetry challenge with Susannah Conway’s April Love daily photo prompts on Instagram. Each day of April, you will observe the same photo in my Instagram feed on the righthand sidebar that you see in my blog post along with an instapoem. We shall find out at the end of the month whether this was a brilliant career move, sheer laziness or a fool’s errand. 

Until then, care to join me in these creative waters where even fools fear to tread? The water’s fine.

8 thoughts on “Stay at Home

  1. This poignant poem makes me long for the days when our only worry was something akin to what you described. I love the line “trips around the world in a block”; it was a big, wide, self-contained world back then. She looks so happy to be greeted!

    1. I find myself thinking about those days more and more now that I’m an empty-nester. I didn’t realize how simple life was then, compared to the complex issues facing grown children. As for that grin, my daughter has always loved animals of all kinds.

  2. I almost didn’t see the boxer. All I saw was that bliss on her face. It is all we need to see to understand the title. We know they can’t. But still…

    I loved your way of measuring time with a toddler. Exactly how it was.

    1. As I look back, those days when she and I had no place to be, and all the time in the world, are some of the best of my life. The gift of perspective. Thank you, Maureen.

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