After riding her bike on the sidewalk in front of our house, Diana, 6, stops at our weeping cherry tree, grabs some of its small bitter fruits, and says, “Now I’m going to do my spitting-far practice.”
My 12-year-old son examines
the calluses on his hands
“My fingers are
taking a beating.
and pillow fights.”
In the spring I like to…
do a easter egg hunt,
make a easter egg drawing,
ride my bike on a walk on the streets,
have popsicles outside if it is sunny and warm,
eating lamb on easter,
writing cards to people in my family,
watching my toolips open,
encourage my baby boxwoods.
I went down the backyard slide tonight
So fast that I saw a spark
or maybe it was the moon
glinting like a silver sun
Diana, 6, is writing a letter to her great aunt.
“Dear Ant,” wait how do you spell aunt?
“Do you have–”
She stops herself and then begins again,
“I hope your safe and healthy at home!!”
“Is there anything that is closed??
I love the books you gave me!!
I really really really love the kitten book!
Here in D.C. we can still go to the park
and ride around with our scooter and bikes.
But we can’t play with the playground aquipmint!