Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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Contact: shirley.segev@sympatico.ca
One thing that makes my day
If there is one thing that makes my day
it's you calling "hi mom "
then and there I'm smiling, beaming, smirching
with a clown's delight
"I'm fine are you O.K. ", we say,
and pronto, after your "bye love you "
my heart jumps all over
like a fool,
Boy, can life be cool.
When you said
When you said I'm naïve,
what did you mean,
you know,
like in stupid, or slow,
or not wanting to
face reality head-on,
did you want to save me?
Or did you mean
trusting, believing,
taking chances,
in the face of
stacked choices,
you know, nice?
I choose the harsh eye,
it has more possibilities
its sweet piercing spear,
you know,
sharper.
Two trees I'm Looking at
Two trees I'm looking at,
one on the right, its branches up
lifting its arms towards the sky
its leaves like happy butterflies
the other, quiet on the left
its branches heavy, loaded down,
sad looking, spiny and bereft.
I wonder, are they neighbours stuck,
is there compassion, compromise,
or just a deal in the past struck
to wait it out till the one dies.
But what if I just got it wrong
the arms up, a sign of despair,
the ones down, resting on the air,
and no reach all life long?