I wrote this poem this past week — on a beautiful, warm spring afternoon after my children had come home from school. As the temperature begins to rise and we move quickly into summer, with all its activities and exhaustive heat — it is the moments like these that I want to hold tight to.
Planting the Bean
My son, age 6, pulls on his blue rain boots
telling me of ladybug colors
aphids and Holland flowers
swinging through the spring breeze.
“Today I got picked.” he says “for the treasure chest.”
He asks for new rain boots in
fire colors: red, orange, yellow
sliding, climbing, kicking balls
across the grass.
Running out to the
green swings, he checks to see
if his bean is growing
brought home from Kindergarten class
in its paper cup.
Birds chatter in the breeze
dogs bark, breaking the quiet
he finds the best spot
plants his bean
pressing the dirt down with his hands.
He rushes in to get a cup of water
brings it to his little bean
watering the soil so it will grow.
His own garden of a childhood spring day.
He shows his big sister
they swing beside one another
in the late afternoon sun.
Copyright April 24 Stacie Eirich