The Fabric Of Our Lives

The fabric of our lives

Is woven of strands of DNA

Double spirals

Twisted together for strength

And resilience

Like the Emperor's new clothes

Invisible to the naked eye

Determining our destiny.

When first the strands unraveled

I became afraid.

This is its nature

I need not have feared

This is how it replicates

Repairing errors as it goes along

Making stronger what was already strong.

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The Mouton Coat

Soft and brown like a big mama bear

Was Aunt Lil's mouton coat.

She would wrap me in it with her.

It smelled like camphor from her closet.

Her whole house smelled like that.

She had a clock that ticked loudly

In the living room.

I would sit on the couch

Smell the camphor

Listen to the ticking

As I waited

For her to offer a candy

From the candy dish

A Hershey's kiss.

Heaven is made of big mama bears

Offering Hershey kisses.

                                                         A Walk In The Park


Octagons of stones paved the way
Through the park beyond the carousel.
I carried a new rubber ball
A big one, striped red, white and blue
To bounce along the pavers to the zoo.
We passed a toy stand.
Something caught my eye
A crepe paper bird with a long paper tail
Perched on a stick.
It chirped
If you moved it in the wind.
There was nothing else to do that day
But skip along the path and play.
It was the time before time
When each day was an eternity
A never-ending festival of joy
In discovering I was alive.
I could feel
The summer sun upon my skin
And smell the roasting peanuts in the stalls.
You bought me peanuts to feed to the pigeons
Whose feathers contained all the colors
Of the universe,
Whose little bright eyes
Told secrets of their journeys in the skies.

                                


                                                          Spring

 
                          Spring is coming soon
                          To the second grade classroom
                          We are making hyacinths
                          Out of crepe paper
                           Blue, pink, purple.
                          The papers are wet with
                          Library paste
                          The heavy flowers left to dry
                          On the classroom radiators.
                          Has anyone in the class
                          Ever seen a hyacinth?
                          No, Miss Ryan
                          I don't think so
                          I saw a flower once, but
                          I think it was a tulip.