Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Katie's getting closer!

A contraction here, one there, soon baby will be making her appearance. Meanwhile Katie's learning some of the other "facts of life" (if you've ever had a child, go read her new blog post. She's a fast learner!) Be sure to read the comments as well. Some precious wisdom from those who have been down that road.
Here's a poem that reminded me of Katie and Josh. Garrison Keillor's book is titled Good Poems. I couldn't agree more.

At Twenty-Three Weeks she Can No Longer See Anything South of Her Belly
Thom Ward

I'm painting my wife's toes
in Revlon Super Color Forty Nine.

I've no idea what I'm doing.
She asked me to get the bottle,

then crashed on our bed,
muscle-sore, pelvis-aching.

Lifting the brush, I skim
the excess polish across the glass,

daub a smidgen on her nail,
push it out in streaks

over the perfect surface
to the cuticle's edge.

I'm painting my wife's toes.
I've no idea what I'm doing.

The smell of fresh enamel
intoxicates. Each nail I glaze

is a tulip, a lobster,
a scarlet room where women

sit and talk, their sleek
tinctured fingers sparking the air.


Teacherperson said...

Baby, baby, baby! How exciting!

I like the poem, which reminds me of an article in the no-longer-publishing magazine, Welcome Home.

southerninspiration said...

Oh, how exciting to see your baby going thru this!! It won't be long now until you're a grammy!!!


Love the poem!!!... should be required reading for elders, don't you think????? :)

Teacherperson said...

When you post again, please post how to say her name


Or something else!