Ever since
you came by river,
the basket of my belly birthing
you and me together,
you to life, me to mother—
from day one,
your dreams have been
my very heart’s delight.
It’s been nearly thirty years
and I never tire of knowing—
tell me, son,
what sings in you today?
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
Poem a Day 22: write a “tell me” poem
While I can still rock
a sexy halter top, tastefully, though,
and not too cropped—
when that day comes,
ladies of a certain age get the drift,
when the question
has turned to when, not if—
it’s off to the thrift to
alter top.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
dVerse Quadrille: a poem of exactly 44 words including the word “alter"
Day 21 of NPM
the way the light
carves into a broken heart
and makes an empty tomb
© 2025 jennifer wagner
poetic bloomings: matters of the heart
day 20
photo: antelope canyon © jennifer wagner