Poem of the Fortnight
This poem really shows the power of a critiquing group. When I took the original poem to my group I told them I really wasn’t sure what it was about. After the critique (with additional suggestions from a close poet friend who was visiting from out of town), it now seems clear it’s about how protective I am of my granddaughter. Since Lammy is lost I don’t have a picture of her, and I don’t draw too well from memory, but this is my best shot. When she is found I’ll post a photo of her. Please be on the lookout for a little chenille-legged lamb.
I was afraid we might lose her
on the long car ride to California.
Once at a rest stop
she almost fell out the back door
but I caught her.
Of all the toys that went on the trip with our granddaughter—
two bears, a unicorn, a bumblebee pillow that looks like a hippo
and the panda we brought back from the zoo—
Lammy was my favorite,
with her four floppy chenille legs,
bright black eyes
and sweet expressiveness,
answering my questions
with a nod or shake of her head.
She made it home safely
but when I asked for her to come and visit
my daughter told me she was lost
somewhere in their house.
How could Lammy be lost in her own house?
I tried to help find her
but the bedroom looks like
the back-seat archaeological site
of the car after the trip
and I had to abandon the search, the house.
When she is finally found
I want her to come live with me
so she’ll never be lost again.