Ghastly. Gap. Grasp. George. Geology. Gems. Giraffe. Guide. Grip. Gist. Good. Gloomy. Glorious. Gory. Gust. Gully. Grunt.
There. That’s ought to get the Gs out. Stream of consciousness poetry, courtesy of The Mad Grad Student’s Missing Letter Mondays.
Out of the Proverbial Pan and Into the Fire
How did this happen?
This shift from soft bundle of contentment
to a flaming cluster of nerves
that fire off at will?
I swear we only blinked twice
and now our little one
is beyond blankets and lullabies.
Sometimes our very efforts to soothe
only add fuel to the flames.
So we hunker down to ride out the storm,
arms ready to shelter her from the elements,
water ready to douse the flare ups
as they come.
– ljh 1/11/16
