Four kids
finally asleep.
Laundry is folded.
Dishes being washed.
The house is dark and silent.
I sip a small cup of visne
and nibble two vines
of black licorice
before bed.
*Visne is a sour cherry drink from Turkey.
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About Me
- Brooke
- I am a 40-something mom of 5 great kids. I can't really say "stay home mom" because I spend so much time driving my kids around that I'm rarely home. So much of my life is focused on the people around me that it's really hard for me to come up with an "About Me" statement. Maybe writing this blog will help me remember who I am. Or maybe it will just end up being more about the people around me. If so, I'm going to move to Nepal and becoming a monk.
5 comments:
where did you find visne?
This has got to be one of my favorite poems.
I think it sounds like a dream right before you drift off into dream land.
I'm just not creative enough to reply in poetic form...please read this with feeling and add a few rhyming words.
Lovely! I hope you're keeping all your poems together so you create a book someday.
Not to burst your bubble...but, isn't licorice a sweet?
I love this short poem.
Uh, if I remember right, last time you gave me visne to try, I was drunk within 20 minutes. It's nothing but fermented.... stuff.
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