Me Time | A Mother’s Limerick

Reading in bed, what delight!Yet this “me” time is never quite rightFor as soon as I layI’m so pooped from the dayIt’s as if someone snuffed out the light. The grammar stickler in me worries that the use of “lay” is improper; I’ve left it, however, because of the rhyme. Where are my fellow mamasContinue reading “Me Time | A Mother’s Limerick”


Several states awayshe readslines of MidsummerIt will be over beforeshe getsto return homeShe won’t tell mehow she really feelsso I don’t really knowand I, too, readMidsummerat homein the dark A poem from 2020, from my Medium archive. Funny how parenting shows up in so much of my creative work. . . . Thank you forContinue reading “Summer”