3rd Poem of April
"The Ride"
By: Maria L. Coble
"Should I or shouldn't I?"
The chocolate-covered cherry lotion
It smelled SO good
It was on sale
To me, it smelled of romance
What would my husband think?
Tights for daughter's ballet photos
Ribbons for her tap shoes
A baseball bat (finally!) for my son's first game
Checking out,
Oh, no, there is no way.
$5 over
The lotion has to go back
Silly how it hurts to put it back
Irritated,
The baby kept throwing her shoe
I JUST WANT TO GO HOME
And my 4 year old asks,
"Mommy, was I good?"
"Sure," I say, still irked
(Sometimes I just want $5, just $5)
"Was I good enough to ride the ride?"
To ride the ride,
ARGH!
I know she asks every time
Recently, it's always been "no"
We have to rush to something else.
I just want to go home!
So I start to say no
But suddenly, I remember
I remember how
When I was little
The most interesting thing about shopping was:
Would I get to ride the ride this time?
When I was little,
It was a merry-go-round
With 3 seats
Mom always said "no"
(And today, I finally know why)
Sometimes, my sister and I
Would stand by the ride
If a single child got on,
We would ask if we could ride
The empty two horses
Since they already paid.
Sometimes it worked.
That short ride
Yet somehow, a ride of pure bliss
"Can I, Mommy, please?!"
"Yes," I say
I put the shoes on the baby AGAIN
Put them both in the taxi ride
And watch them for a moment
Amazing
All these years later
In their eyes too, shines:
This is bliss and pure delight.
How often when you're old
Can you feel pure delight
For 50 cents?
By: Maria L. Coble
"Should I or shouldn't I?"
The chocolate-covered cherry lotion
It smelled SO good
It was on sale
To me, it smelled of romance
What would my husband think?
Tights for daughter's ballet photos
Ribbons for her tap shoes
A baseball bat (finally!) for my son's first game
Checking out,
Oh, no, there is no way.
$5 over
The lotion has to go back
Silly how it hurts to put it back
Irritated,
The baby kept throwing her shoe
I JUST WANT TO GO HOME
And my 4 year old asks,
"Mommy, was I good?"
"Sure," I say, still irked
(Sometimes I just want $5, just $5)
"Was I good enough to ride the ride?"
To ride the ride,
ARGH!
I know she asks every time
Recently, it's always been "no"
We have to rush to something else.
I just want to go home!
So I start to say no
But suddenly, I remember
I remember how
When I was little
The most interesting thing about shopping was:
Would I get to ride the ride this time?
When I was little,
It was a merry-go-round
With 3 seats
Mom always said "no"
(And today, I finally know why)
Sometimes, my sister and I
Would stand by the ride
If a single child got on,
We would ask if we could ride
The empty two horses
Since they already paid.
Sometimes it worked.
That short ride
Yet somehow, a ride of pure bliss
"Can I, Mommy, please?!"
"Yes," I say
I put the shoes on the baby AGAIN
Put them both in the taxi ride
And watch them for a moment
Amazing
All these years later
In their eyes too, shines:
This is bliss and pure delight.
How often when you're old
Can you feel pure delight
For 50 cents?