Friday Night Poem #3

One of my first poems for kids, inspired by them, of course.

Farewell

By Núria Coe

Orange and quiet, big bulging eyes:

To find you there, floating, was quite a surprise.

The little ones home were terribly sad:

In poems and drawings they mourned what they had.

They called up their grandma to tell her you died,

Then sat in a corner and quietly cried.

Flushed down the toilet, with all of us there,

You took along with you the children’s despair,

For that afternoon, coming out of their fog,

They cheerfully asked us: “can we get a dog?”

Friday Night Poem #2

To all my writer friends out there.

Happy Weekend!

Writer’s Block

By Núria Coe

Quick! I need some paper,

And a pencil or a pen!

Oh! I hope I can recall

The dream I had just once again.

It was such a great idea

Filled with wit and clever jokes,

I must find my pad of paper

And add it to my notes!

Where’s my laptop when I need it?

This will really tie the plot!

Here’s a pencil! Now where was I?

…

Argh! Curses!...I forgot.

Friday Night Poem #1

...just because.

Enjoy!

Pillows

By Núria Coe

(inspired by Margaret MacLean’s “Pillows” clay composition)

A mother’s quiet prayer for her fussy baby’s sleep.

A father’s weighty worries, his forehead creased so deep.

A new bride’s secret hopes, and her new fears all the same.

A best friend’s broken promise burning deep a guilty shame.

A taxman’s neat additions.

A teacher’s lessons planned.

A writer’s shock to learn that his books have all been banned.

A little girl’s new wish list her Tooth-Fairy-money brings.

An immigrant’s confusion with so many brand-new things.

A neighbor’s waking startle in the middle of the night.

A teen’s forbidden fantasy.

A dying spirit’s flight.

The quiet imprint on their pillows, unassuming and sincere,

Tell the universe, and no one: they were real, and they were here.