My response to Judith Pordon’s Maple.

Poetry

To my husband, my everything.

An invitation for you to dance with me under a maple tree conjures up numerous and irrational images.

Here is another set of couplet poems that I have made.

I was sitting in math class, naturally not understanding anything the teacher was talking about. So I took out my notebook and started scribbling ideas down. I noticed the wooden desk I was using, and the smell of maple syrup. I started to notice that I was the oldest one in the class, mainly because I had failed at math so much in life, and it started to bring on ideas about how I wouldn’t be in this situation if I had just learned what was important in life.

This is home.

An inspirational poem about life.

IT WAS TIME. IT WAS FINALLY HERE. The air was filled with the sweet smell of maple.

My children and I write together at times…this is one.

Words echoing in the leaf of a maple tree, in love with a girl.