Poetry Friday is hosted this week by my terrific blogging friend Donna, at Mainely Write. Thanks, Donna.
I’ve been writing goodbye poems over the past months for a personal project about different ways of looking at children (mine, others, and grandchildren, too) growing up. I’ve chosen to do a series of poems at different stages in children’s lives, essentially saying goodbye each time. I plan to put them all into a book someday for my family. I have begun using photos to help remember and have now started some work on my children as they grew up too. I love telling stories through poetry, and I love poems of goodbye, so I thought this would be a good way to combine both passions.
Here is my most recent one, a mixture of times from remembered conversations during the usual chauffeuring of my children. If you are a parent, you will know that the best conversations happen from the backseat. Lately my three year old granddaughter told me I was a good driver. When we sit still in a car, we notice things, we think things, and we talk.
Whatcha wanta talk about, Mommy?
Why do I have to get allergy shots?
How do babies get made?
Why did Ricky move away?
When will we get home from soccer?
Nobody wants to play with me.
What should I wear for class pictures?
My teacher doesn’t like me.
When can I get my Halloween costume?
I don’t want to wear braces.
Why do you think my mother and father gave me up for adoption?
When can we go shopping for boots?
Do you think I will get the part?
Mike wants me to spend the night ‘cause his parents are gone and we can drink beer. What should I say?
How do you know when you’re in love?
Do you think this college is the right one?
I’m having trouble in statistics.
When are you coming to visit next?
How much money should I spend?
Did you know I love her?
Do you know I love him?
What do you think about the job?