of a son
My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. This week, I posted a series of naanis, which are only 4 lines and no more than 25 syllables long. For reasons I cannot identify, I was inspired to write this week's series about my six-year-old daughter... maybe… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 29
A naani At six, she needs a mountain of pillows to fall asleep how many more will she need when she's older?
A naani let's pull back your hair. NO! why? it's TOO SHORT! it isn't. IT IS! why always argue? ... ... FINE! oh... comfy... THANKS!
A naani Daddy? Yes? I love you! Love you too! Daddy? Yes? I want to hug you! Daddy? Yes? Love you three!
A naani everything takes a LONG time if you're only six and you need an hour just to babble about nothing
A naani I loved her ponytail it annoyed her she had it cut off donated to cancer patients
A naani took my little girl to a birthday party knew she would be excited about the makeup booth
A naani my hand wraps around hers down to her thin wrist subtly, I press finger against vein to feel my child's pulse
The skeptic's kaddish 
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