dust spores
under the bed
to toadstool nightmares

when inhaled

fairy rings
tall as ferris wheels
spin behind eyes
where brooms won’t reach

and I can’t kiss
whateveritis away
anymore

though he thinks I can
with that desperate faith
children have–

they’ll stop it
he says
if you tell them to

as if every other boy
will listen to his mother

the way he does

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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  1. Your first stanza just grabbed me–shrooms are in the air!

  2. annotating60 says:

    Lovely. She wishes shrooms were in the air–I wish I had a baggie full in my drawer. I’d be chomping on them–then you’d see some POETRY!!!!!!! Loved your piece really. Sorry he’s sick. I have dogs, they just hurt, they don’t ask verbal questions–though I don’t know which is worse.>KB

    • Thanks, KB. The worst part is he tells me what’s wrong in the middle of grocery shopping, and the way he said it–can you tell them to stop, Mom. They will if you tell them–was just so damned sweet and sad. I can’t remember what it was like to believe someone else could make something bad go away completely. I might not be able to stop them, but heads will roll and butts shall be kicked (metaphorically, of course). He’s not physically sick, but hurting nonetheless.

  3. purple says:

    Very touching, tugging on the old heart strings, “I can’t kiss whateveritis away anymore, though he thinks I can with that desperate faith children have” So much is conveyed with your words … good poetry touches you, sometimes deeply, great poetry, like this, doesn’t just touch you, it moves you! I am moved.

    • Oh, purple, thank you. I really wasn’t sure about this one–thought it might be too _____(whatever it is too of I’m not certain), but you, KB, and Audrey are making me rethink that.

      • purple says:

        Sometimes, it is that “too whatever” that makes a poem real. If it is within you and you let it out honestly, no need to rethink and hinder your voice, not to mention you never know who might read it and be touched by it. So, thanks for sharing it.

  4. Wow, I haven’t thought of that yet, or maybe I have- that eventually hurts can’t be kissed away anymore. KInd of makes me sad! In a good way. Good poem.

  5. This night be my favorite of yours that I’ve read (thus far) I had an image of a mother holding her son in my mind at bed time talking. Your storybook beginning really sets the tone for the whole piece.

  6. claudia says:

    awwww…just love it….such trust…and also loved the…fairy rings
    tall as ferris wheels
    spin behind eyes
    where brooms won’t reach….very cool susan

  7. Horribly sad, Susan

  8. I love to new words invented – whateevertheyare.

  9. I really loved this poem. Very beautiful.

  10. Mama Zen says:

    This is so tender!

  11. Loving your way with words… and mothering.

  12. BroadBlogs says:

    Wow! You come up with the most interesting visual imagery. Thanks.

  13. jeglatter says:

    Bowing to you. Just write them all for me. You captured it.
    -Jennifer

  14. balladofthebee says:

    Great poem. Reminds me of my childhood.

  15. Rhonda says:

    the day will NEVER come when he doesn’t ‘think’ you can kiss the whateveritis away…the day will come when he won’t ask anymore…but he’ll ALWAYS believe you could/and can. lucky us…truly blessed are we…xo

  16. nelle says:

    There is a time in life where every child looks upon the words of a parent with wonder and belief.

    I wish those days existed the way our children believe they do. I wish I could rewind and eradicate the hard disappointment from the loud crash.

  17. The powers of mums! Initial foundations of that thing called faith?

  18. if only we could kiss away all their fears and worries, we would be supermoms 🙂 Nice one, Susan 🙂

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