Thursday, June 25, 2009

Splinters in the garden

You decorated the old garden fence
When you were still teething
Carving your name in the old wood
Like a student carves their name
Into a school desk
So everyone can remember
They've been there
Like you had been here
Sometime
Before.

2 comments:

gasenzer said...

Hey you,

I think this poem is the best you've ever written (minus the title).

You're in the washroom right now and you're really mad at me for me wanting you to come to the cottage. I hope everything will be ok. I'm sorry to be so adamant about you coming. I'll respect your decision next time.

Sincerely,
Mat
xox

melissa fockler said...

G,

I am glad you like it. I was gardening at the time when I thought up the idea. I think the moral of the story is, write what you know, not what you wish you knew.

-m