Poems based on Greatest Gift
The black, fuzzy toy poodle sits on the bed
all curled up, perched between sheets and pillow,
whining behind the bedroom door, awaiting her in red
her in baby-blue eyes and soft, flawless skin,
designer-girl looks and long, blonde hair,
whose loving touch stills my bark.
---A. J. Roller
Early April Morning
Twenty years ago, who would have thought,
nine months of sacrifice would bring a
Diet Coke wantin’
The Office watchin’
High School graduatin’
High School teachin’
Youthful Garage Work
Just below the hangers,
drawers and pegs
beg for something to hold.
Oil soaks a hand-made workbench
and tools and air guns and bits and wrenches.
All left out of their place. All did not need it.
Evan’s little hands are also there
trying best to clean themselves
but spreading evidence to shirt
and pants and wide-eyed face.
The towels come out
and begin to clean
both boy and tools.
Grandpa and Dad
just hug the lil’ fool
hoping he’ll come again.
Standing in the ring
we square off
and start to circle
We exchange customary
jabs and crosses,
crosses and jabs
Like lightning bolts to my head
he steps in
throws his fists
staggering me as if smitten
but as he approaches for the kill
faster than lightning, I wound his conceit
From overtime in the shoe room
the first box is worn and faded
with corners rounded from rough handling.
Inside this Outdoorsmen Bass Pro
box, dull leather boots
make her feet look like Kodiak paws
and her legs feeble and skinny.
So my gift brings a half frown and glassy eyes.
Six weeks later, we hike miles
through runny mud and wrinkled oaks,
down cool river valleys,
up steep, stone-covered hills
to uncover her perfect rock.