As usual, when I showed Forgottenman this little house I made for Yolanda’s daughter, Yoli, he insisted there must be a poem in it. Since this day’s prompt is about gifts, it seemed preordained. This is the little house fashioned by a man from clay as we sat eating our lunch in Tlaquepaque and listening to mariachi music. They were for the taking for a tip, so I chose one, brought it home and painted it. I had to add a few people and animals and flowers just to make it happier for Yoli, who always makes me happy.
Everyone should have a child around
now and then
to shake out the wrinkles
and lighten up the predictable.
That lighthearted humming on the patio,
tuneless and joyful?
That Barbie doll world
set up for the hour or so
before she goes
to find tennis balls
in the garden with the dog?
Someone else’s child.
What gift could she treasure as much
as I have treasured this last hour’s
spontaneous distraction ?
under the terrace table.
One cookie vanished off the plate.
One giggle listened for.
NaPoWriMo prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of gifts and joy. What would you give yourself, if you could have anything? What would you give someone else?