"papa," the children call me: musings, vignettes, occasional poems

these are the wonders of being a stay-at-home papa.

weeding (for the twelve-year-old)



This will be the Chinese year of the snake,
my daughter’s sign.
Of beauty and bad temper. Who knows?
Maybe they’re right.

The neighbor’s grass had to be weeded-
it had intruded-
out of undemarcated soil that spread
in front of our houses.

“You’re inspiring me. Spring’s coming,”
an elderly passerby said,
seeing me scrape and clear topsoil
with a well-worn spade.
mar. 30, 2013

(first written a few months ago.)


2 comments on “weeding (for the twelve-year-old)

  1. mybeautfulthings
    April 5, 2013

    That’s a lovely poem! Thank you – the whole picture came into my mind…. 🙂

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