Eat (manger)

July 15, 2010

she said to write something
French-ish.
and all I really know of French
is
French fry
French toast

perhaps
croissant?

I’m making myself hungry
with this ridiculous foray
into a language I do not speak.

J’ai envie de manger mon dîner maintenant.

©Erin Kilmer, 2010

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Poem #5 for my Baby Words series. Squeezy only speaks English and baby babble, however.

Inspired by L.L. Barkat’s French on Fridays.

Mommy

July 14, 2010

Mama, Mom, Mommy
some days this is all I am
or so it would seem

Mama, Mom, Mommy
I am more than a mother
sometimes I forget

Mama, Mom, Mommy
and wife and lover and friend
dare I say writer

Mama, Mom, Mommy
and sister, daughter, and aunt
teacher and student

Mama, Mom, Mommy
and child of God, beloved
bought with His own blood

Mama, Mom, Mommy
more than a mother; I’m what
He made me to be

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©Erin Kilmer, 2010

Number four in my Baby Words series.

all done

July 12, 2010

too often
i forget
how blessed
i am
to push
my plate
away
and say
i am
too full
to finish

© 2010 Erin Kilmer

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this is a part of a series of poetry i am doing using the words and phrases my daughter says. yesterday i began with “soft.” i hope to do one a day for thirty days, having been inspired by this post at 32 Poems.

Soft

July 11, 2010

She gently pats her hand
on the doggy’s fur,
Daddy’s hair,
Papa’s beard.

Soft
she says
in her cute baby voice,

and I remember her
soft, sweet skin
all born new
fresh and small.

This growing makes me smile
and breaks my heart.

©2010 Erin Kilmer