On Writing Poetry For My Love

I craft my words of love
to be pleasing to your ear-
to delight your eye,
to touch your heart,
to bind you softly to me.
Has there ever been a love like this?
Epic and plain,
calm and strange,
one in a million-
one of a billion.
I think of you in candles and flowers,
I think of you in my bed-
I think of you constantly.

5-4-08

poem by Toni Atchison
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January Rain

I don't love January rain-
at least, not like I used to.

Maybe it's being in a different house
on this dirty, noisy street.

I never used to feel this way-
January rain used to make me happy.

But the cold rain now lapping at my windows
reminds me my eyes have begun to betray me,
and my joints ache when the weather comes in,
and the silver gray clouds have begun to match my hair.

Jan.2006

poem by Toni Atchison
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To My Grown-up Daughter

I wish you hadn't grown up just yet.
Things were so much easier
when I could fight your dragons for you,
and you thought I was the smartest mom
in the whole wide world.
Back then, I could kiss away the hurt,
create the Tickle Monster to chase the blues,
and I understood your homework.
But you're a woman now,
grown up with a job of your own.
All I can do now is offer advice-
and hope you don't roll your eyes,
or give me that look.
You don't think I'm the smartest mom
in the whole wide world anymore.
Damn, I wish you hadn't grown up yet.

11-30-06

poem by Toni Atchison
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