Monday, January 24, 2011

B is for Baby

Introductions. Boxes. 
Who am I? 
Definitions. 
A word, a sentence. 
A page. A person?

Member of the human species. 
Female variety. 
Jewish. 
Orthodox.

A wife, a mom. A daughter. 
A student, an office worker. 
A realist, a dreamer.

I'm a Mom.

Babies. Tiny bundles of bliss.
Ten little fingers, ten tiny toes.
Big gummy smiles.
Babies. The definition of adorable.
According to the others.

Babies.
Tiny and fragile.
Scary. And a tad creepy.
How do I hold it?
Why would I want to hold it?
She's very cute.
Here, take her back.
Please?

The test is positive.
I am pregnant.
We're going to have a baby.
Help!
Babies are scary.
I'm scared.

I have a baby
She's four months old.
She has the most gorgeous little fingers
and these amazingly active tiny toes
and this gummy smile
that
    melts
        everything


It's quite amazing that G-d gave me the only baby that doesn't scare me.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

A is for Ants

Blank canvas.
Page waiting to be filled.
Grey sky.
Mug of coffee.
Biscuits.
Another coffee.
Oreos.
Page still blank.

To be filled with what?
To be filled why?

Blank canvas
Blank page
Potential.
The potential for greatness
To be the next Davinci.
The next
Shakespeare.


Words fill the page
Little black dots
a trail of ants crawling across the screen
twisting their tiny bodies
into tiny letters
attaching themselves together


Until
my train of thoughts
has been bared
for
     all
         the
              world

A scribbled canvas
A page of text
A page no longer blank
Not the next Shakespeare
only the first Me

I think I'll go back
Restore the potential
and
Delete.