A Poem for Your Pocket
Here’s a poem for your pocket.
Or it might be for your shoe.
You could tuck it in a mitten.
Any secret place will do.
You could hide it in your hat
or stuff it up your sleeve.
You can cram it in your backpack.
Please just take it when you leave.
It’s a small and smudged reminder
of something you should know—
I will always love you
no matter where you go.
I hope you’ll forgive me for the cheesy mom poem. I can’t help it. I am a mom and I guess that’s going to slip out occasionally. I should add that I wrote the original draft of this poem when my daughter was in kindergarden. She’s now graduating from 8th grade so perhaps I’m feeling a bit nostalgic.
This is the only poem this month that I didn’t write from scratch. (I did revise it substantially.) It’s been a great month. I’ve enjoyed writing every day (for the most part). For those of you who have followed along and commented or “liked” my poems on Facebook, thank you! It’s not easy writing and posting for 30 days in a row and I couldn’t have done it without you. Happy National Poetry Month!
©Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015