Standing in my parents’ kitchen this morning
I’m struck by the peculiar feeling
That I’ve dreamed this morning before
Months or years before
And the feeling sticks with me
Most of the day.
Yesterday in the car
Spontaneous tears flowed
From my mother’s eyes
When the D word was spoken out loud
Instead of simply inferred
As usual.
Tonight I took Baby Girl out on the town
We went out shopping
Then indulged in a shared platter of ice cream
Atop a plate-size cookie
That we had no chance of finishing;
I let her get a Coke and she claimed to like it,
But only took a few sips.
She never did care for bubbles.
On the way to the mall she wrinkled her nose
In the backseat
(I couldn’t see that but I could hear it)
And asked “What’s that smell?”
I told her it was hay,
That I found it sort of sweet smelling,
That horse barns smelled like it.
Then she decided she wanted to live on a farm
And that the smell wasn’t so bad.
On the ride home, before she fell asleep,
She said goodnight to the barely there light
Of the sun
Then hello to all the pretty stars blooming overhead.
by Julie Blue 