30 Poems for National Poetry Month: Day 8
April 8, 2013
“So this is what it’s like without kids,”
Your son observes when he stops by
To pick up his computer on his way
Back to his dad’s crosstown apartment.
Adult music, a gourmet dinner eaten,
Poached pears in pomegranate juice.
Romance in the air.
Yeah, this is what it’s like without our kids.
We revel in these moments,
But these are only a part of our flowering.
Those nights more frenetic, with your kids
Or mine…or the whole six-pack together
In full flourish, are no less remarkable.
And pieces of what we are building together:
The life that we want to live,
With intention and authenticity,
And, yes, equal parts messiness and grace.
–Scott Edward Anderson