Watching Cars and Stars

Sitting on the front porch

with Daddy in the summer twilight,

was always one of my favorite times.

He’d smoke a couple of unfiltered

Camel cigarettes and I would watch

in fascination as the blue smoke

curled its way upward into the almost

twinkly sky.

We lived on the corner of a street

where cars drove by with fair frequency.

We played “slug bug” where if we saw a

VW Beetle, we would “slug” each other.

Our slugs were actually not slugs though.

They were more like pats on the back.

Daddy always let me win, but when you’re

only five years old, you don’t see that.

As the twilight deepened and the stars

came out in all their beautiful glory,

we would turn our gazes from cars to stars.

Daddy would point out the North Star,

the Big Dipper, the Little Dipper, and

other constellations every time.

His hand would draw the lines so I could

see the constellations clearly.

I would giggle and say I saw every single one.

I never did though. Ok, I saw the North Star.

The rest?  I just said I did because I loved

spending time with Daddy and listening to his

quiet, sure voice in the darkness.

I loved him so much that I listened for hours,

over the rest of his lifetime, to explanations

on how car engines worked, highways were built,

how he performed soil samples on those highway projects,

or how life was when he was a cotton farmer.

A little, bitty girl and her middle-aged dad,

sitting on the porch,

watching cars and stars,

and building a life of security, fun,

knowledge and, most of all, love.

©Elaine Wood-Lane

4/2/15

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NaPoWriMo-Day One

NaPoWriMo sounds like so much fun,

I’ll write a poem a day and lay out in the sun.

Well, probably not tomorrow, 

for the sun is disappearing.

Warm weather is shy, you see,

in the Colorado Spring.

The first year I lived here,

I thought spring would never come,

I thought I’d freeze to death,

before the lilac bushes bloomed.

Never mind all of that, though,

April is the month of poetry,

which I have always loved,

and so I am committing to

write a poem each day,

until we reach the end and

the merry month of May! 

©Elaine Wood-Lane

4/1/15

Honestly, I hardly ever write poetry in rhyme these days, but I just realized today was the start of NaPoWriMo and this is the first year I’ve participated.  Since it’s 9:44 at night, I just did a quick free write.  Hopefully, tomorrow’s offering will be better!   I’m so excited to be participating this year!  

  

(This is in Texas, not Colorado.  It is still mostly brown in Colorado, unfortunately.)