Was it hard To replace her Was is awkward In the kitchen At the table To have someone different Someone Not her There
Overwhelmed
Father Your word overwhelms me Because of all the things I don’t understand And All the things I do
What do we do with
What do we do with What do we do with all the bits we don’t like Like the concubine and the twelve pieces Or the sacrifice of a daughter (to name only two) What do we do with All the many many bits Like these?
Lathey Pool
Asphalt steaming Change room damp Popcorn salty Pool cool Towel warm I'm dreaming I'm Malibu Barbie At Lathey pool Eleven
Muscle Memory
In the midst of a hot flash I won’t fling my arm Over the side of the bed (You know) Because of the monsters under there Muscle memory
Perfect
Strutting down the sidewalk On a summer day Wicker basket in tow Mom’s high heeled shoes White blond hair Confident Beautiful Smart Sassy Six Perfect You
Sunday
Sleep In Sunday Worship Sunday Visit Sunday Nachos Sunday Football Sunday Nap Sunday Read Sunday Football Sunday Pizza Sunday Rest
J.S. Wood Library
Summer days Backyard books Under sunlit trees Completely Content
With Dad at the Saskatoon Auction Mart
"Keep your hands in your lap You don't want to buy anything Like a sheep or something" (but I do) And the great crowd of men And the noise And the smell of salt and and hay and oil and manure And we're going to the concession (I can't believe it!) And I'm going to get a Vico (that's chocolate milk) and a bag of chips And you're getting a hamburger (too much for me) And I reach up to take your hand in the crush But it's not you And I freeze But Then I find you And I take your hand And everything is alright with the world again And it's the best day And I'm with my Dad And I could have bought a sheep (or a peacock) And I have a Vico and a bag of chips Eight.
Reminiscing
Remembering other Christmases Bravely begging Uncle Wes For one more ride behind the skidoo On a too cold Saskatchewan winter's afternoon
Colleen R. Jantzen 