baby’s got a hot blog by michael mark
Let me preface this by assuring you that only parts of this poem written by my husband are true. I have more than 8000 unique visitors. 🙂
Let me preface this by assuring you that only parts of this poem written by my husband are true. I have more than 8000 unique visitors. 🙂
I am not a poet, as I think I made clear many years ago (and with the title of this post). I do, however, happen to live with a poet and thought I should pay homage to him now that I know it’s World Poetry Day.
Lois says: When Sara was two years old, she would leave her shoes by the front door before she went to bed and, in the morning, she’d point to them and say, “Go.” Whether we were going to the park, to the grocery store or just to walk the dog, Sara was ready. There was…