I love list poems. Maybe, because I’ve never written a good one. Or, I wish my life could be organized that way and well. And, If only, life could be seen in black and white terms for just a little while. It looks easy, I should try again to write and organize my life!
MUCH Carolyn Benson
Cinnamon drops.
Animal crackers.
Pennies.
Handfuls of sand.
Minnows.
Bunnies in the button box.
Ants.
Stars.
Stairs at night.
Hairs.
Rain drops.
Snow flakes!
Steps to school.
Letters on the blackboard.
Numbers.
Children.
Kisses.
Records at the Hop.
Phone calls.
Book spines.
Chapters.
Reams of paper.
Tears.
Wedding guests.
Hours in bed.
Thank you notes.
Diapers.
Pick-up bends.
Nose wipes.
Fingernails.
Parent nights.
Grocery bags,
Laundry quarters.
Belly aches.
Cocktail parties.
Telephone calls.
Words.
Worries.
Tearful prayers.
Sit ups.
Hours of therapy.
Secrets.
New ideas.
Worries.
Joys.
Breaths.
Meals.
Rides.
Miles—
I am rich.
