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Remember: a poem a day keeps the doldrums away!
Diane Lee Moomey
first grade—walking home the long
way because along that way are new
daffodils. Today we’ll play
at your house. Deep
in your maple shade, we eat Oreos
and fondle plump pink valentines
on feathery stalks. (Your mother
calls those flowers bleeding
hearts, but they don’t.)
We talk of fairies—are there
any? You think not.
Your baby brother wants
your lap, and hits me on the head
with his new garden trowel.
I cry. You kiss
the hurt spot, make better.
© by Diane Lee Moomey.
Used with the author’s permission.
Diane Lee Moomey grew up near the Great Lakes and, since then, has lived and wandered around the U.S. and Canada. These days, she dips her gardener’s hands in California dirt, and reads and listens regularly at poetry venues in the San Francisco Bay Area. Diane has published three books of poetry and prose and won a prize or two along the way. She enjoys long walks beside the ocean, reading mysteries, and painting in watercolors. Learn more about her at https://www.pw.org/content/diane_moomey and www.dianeleemoomeyart.com.
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