It’s a mistake
to hit your brother
on a shopping day
for Momma
holds the opener
and the spoon
and there
are only
so many
cherries
in the fruit
cocktail
and all your
“sorry”s
can’t produce
another.
Tag Archive | brother
11/14/2010 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Because We Both Grew Up
Because We Both Grew Up
The dying maple could not hold
the grass
around its roots
so my brother’s
Hot Wheels made
curving
crossing roads
upon the dirt.
They only stayed
from rain to rain.
I could not hold him either.
5/07/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Ode to Plano, Texas
Ode to Plano, Texas
Ok, not technically an ode,
but an exalted emotion
from my complex gratitude
for your continual support
of my little lines.
I long to see your little penguin
on my Feedjit Live.
Mingling with countries
and foreign principalities,
you reign supreme
Plano, Texas!
It is your presence,
continual, constant,
popping in as often
as I do,
you looking for me,
I looking for you.
Plano, Texas,
If only you were my sister,
my brother, my love,
as speak your silent comments
so eloquently.
And I without little words
to thank you.
(Plano, Texas: To claim your THANK YOU copy of my book, please email me your mailing address at: phawkenson@ecasd.k12.wi.us)