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|  UNFINISHED

 
  Maya chatters a language
of sound and gesture to distract me
from writing.
Loses her soother on purpose.

Jake needs a shirt from upstairs,
Doesn't want to go alone,
calls to me. Along the way
I pick up toys, towels, clothes.
I notice bread crumbs,
the floors need sweeping.

And Jake again, this time
with his toy tools.
I show him how to pull out plastic nails.
But he can't find the plastic screws,
They must be in the other boxes.
Could you look, Dad?

Maya wants to put on a pair of shoes
that don't fit her anymore.
Jake from the other room,
Daddy! Daddy, you're not helping me!

Another poem
slips away.


from Forever the Last Time
Wolsak & Wynn
2004
Copyright © Jim Slominski