Thursday, May 31, 2007

Dental Effort

On the second dish of ice cream
I contemplate the meaning of focus
as it fades in a sugar haze
while my child agonizes
over metal bands on her teeth
and pre-final study overload

(to the comfortable couch for recovery)

I write
and birdsong filters in
green leaves shade a sunset view
if I could take her pain
I would

3 comments:

floots said...

i have two daughters (theoretically "grown up")
but those last two lines still apply
thank you for this one

Pat Paulk said...

You get 2nds on ice cream??? Yes you would, but that's the hard part of being a loving parent, you can't. Great poem Steve!!

steve said...

floots - thank you

pat - usually just one, but when there's more than one flavor on hand...thanks for the note