The Way Home

Color me red.
Dance me up.

Pip pop pep paa!

Swing around and snag your snarl
all around the town.

Bring me your love in a wicker basket
your Mom nestled with straw.
Scissors curled ribbons enswirl the handle on one end.
The other, she strung out against the sky.

Apple red balloons juggle themselves
around the mailbox flag.

Up pup paa!

Ten children tramp up the lawn
grass caught between toes and treads,
torrent of pumping elbows,
streaming hair.

Cool Kool Aid on the lips of these babes still in their baby teeth.
Laughing all the way home.

Grow your hair long and unlock your teeth!
Tip tip top!

Skate along a line.
Jump inside a chinese jumprope.
String along a boat.
Bounce your 4 square all the way home.

Sing and wing and swing.
Pump your sneakers and white folded socks to tuck
the whole world under yourself.
Let them fall gently as sun dried sheets
your Mom strung against the sky.

Tether one end of yourself and let the other
out against the sky.
Cleaned and warmed and kissed and kissed and kissed by the sun.

A poem dedicated to my Mom, on her birthday

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6 Responses to “The Way Home”

  1. emilieblythe Says:

    beautiful!!!

  2. Heidi Says:

    Samantha..did you write this? I love it.

  3. Robin Gross Says:

    Just read this today Samantha. It’s beautiful! Thank you for making my birthday special!

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