My wall calendar and belly dimensions, however, tell me that the baby's birthday is drawing closer at an alarming rate. So, in the interest of putting something out there during this pregnancy, I'm offering up a couple of poems. Share some encouragement, friends, and maybe instead of nesting, I'll direct a burst of end-of-pregnancy energy into happily tapping away at my laptop... and actually hitting "Publish" every now and then.
Thanks for reading. Be in touch. We'll meet here again soon, I hope.
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These poems are riffs on a favorite of mine, "This Is Just To Say" by William Carlos Williams. You can read the original here.
This Is Just To Say, Riff 1
I have eaten
the tomatoes
that were in
the colander
and which
we were probably
saving
for potluck
Forgive me
they were there
and I
was there, too
This Is Just To Say, Riff 2
I have eaten
everything
that was in
the house
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast lunch and dinner
You'll forgive me
because I am delicious
so ripe
and so full