fenway

I wrote a poem about me and my mom, motherfuckers!

Read and laugh, cause I'm the worst writer out there...



While sitting at the kitchen table
At quarter til midnight,
A candle’s light cast shadows
On the two socialite cats
Who softly crunch and munch
Their morsels of tiny food.

The television is resting peacefully,
While Dad snores quite noisily!
You’re drinking iced coffee,
(No wonder you can’t sleep!)
Sitting with one leg crossed
Looking at me silently.

Drawn like a magnet’s pull,
You’re my best friend and role model.
I plop down awkwardly,
One knee to my chest,
The other just dangling.
I choose to gulp lemonade
Or milk if I have something
Sweet to eat!

Quiet voices begin chatting….

Two women of the night
Start rehashing the events of recent days past.

While sitting at the kitchen table
At just about midnight,
I focus my questions on you,
“How’s work been this week”?
Sometimes not bad,
Often nights terrible.
Patients are sick and resentful.
Families expect miracles from nurses.
Is it ever okay for the old and tired to pass on?

We ponder that thought carefully…
“What about working for a physician”?
I eagerly suggest.
“The pay’s not as good”,
Yeah, you’d probably be bored.
Skills will be forgotten.
Maybe someday, but not now.

You’re proud of your dedication
To a profession that includes
Long nights, weekends, holidays, too.
We both work hard to service others
Selflessly, honorably, without any regret.

Quiet voices cease for a moment…

Two women of the night
Pray for eight hour shifts to return once again.

While sitting at the kitchen table
At quarter past midnight,
You brace to listen to my nonstop speech,
Hardly pausing to catch a breath,
Your ears are trained well
To keep up with my onslaught of words.
My brain and my mouth are on two separate chapters.

Fretful about securing a permanent position,
You, my best friend, reassure me,
That I am a teacher regardless
Of whether or not I have one room
That I can call home.

Should I get my Master’s in reading?
I love regular education, though.
Sighs of frustration, uncertainty…
Special education entices me, too…
“Stay in school forever”, you exclaim.
But finish a program, will you please?”
Another certification can wait, I agree.

Quiet voices sigh to a halt….

Two women of the night
Pray for one little girl’s dream to come true.

While sitting at the kitchen table
At half past midnight,
Pleasant discourse takes the reigns,
Mixed with soft laughter and bright smiles.
“Did you see Big Papi hit that homerun
In the twelfth inning to win the game”?
He’s incredible…what a team player.

You remind me of the impending heat wave.
“Go to beach”, you say.
And bring back some seashells.
You’re always drumming up
Unique crafts to decorate
An already picturesque home.

Of course I will be careful
In the ocean and the woods.
Who can forget the poison ivy
From Jamestown last summer?
Those itchies and scratchies,
And how they stubbornly refused
To pack up and find new residence.
Even after the eviction notice went up!
No vacancy: June, July, and August, too!

“Benjamin, should you be on the
Kitchen table with us”?
Giggles as I scoop up the grey cat
And put him down with a ker-plunk!
He’s on the table again within seconds.

The two of us smirk and smile,
Giving in to our friend’s desires.

Quiet voices are winding down…

Two women of the night
Enjoy the silly behaviors of our furry friends.


While sitting at the kitchen table
At quarter til one,
Yawns slip, eyelids droop.
Iced coffee and lemonade no longer
Fill our cups
There is a sleepy quiet,
As we get ready to move on.
The clock’s tick-tick-tick
Reminds us of the late hour.
We could stay and chat for at least
A few more minutes,
But…
Tomorrow’s promises need to be kept.
Quiet voices recede into silence…

Two women of the night
Embrace…
and share a loving moment
Before curling into bed.


Go SOX!

Love,
-Fenway-