Proud Wife

I decided to brag a bit on my husband. Today we located a reference to one of his poems on a blog (http://www.steveschroeder.info/news.html in the Feb. archive). It is so exciting to see people enjoying Patrick's poetry. The poem that this blog references was actually written for my little cousin who was a flower girl in our wedding. She was very taken with Patrick at the time and once said that when she was older he was going to be her "broom" not mine. I guess groom/broom do sound interchangeable when you are 4.

What They Say

for Kaitlyn

I've heard it said that the sky opens up

In Oklahoma - or is that Montana?

The body traced across this country

Suggests a girl with daisies in sunflower

Fields, where we search for the fisted hero

Who gathers carts in superstore lots.

Someone once told me that in the bayou

Where Texas meets Louisiana there

Exist hundreds of miles of refineries:

A post-apocalypse landscape where

A brief flash of beauty burns the retinas.

Someone once told me, "More people hate us

Than love us." And so it may be. But tend

Your garden of strawberries and daisies,

Make it as familiar as a wood spoon

Cooked with many years, nicked, cracked, and brown

With soups, oils, and burns. Then you will know

When you do see the sky open up,

When the sun is just right, the contours

Of heaven yield nothing to what they say.