My Grandmother
was as slight as they came, all four-
feet-eleven-and-a-half inches of her, and
yes, she demanded that last half inch,
so we’d playfully give it to her.
It’s easy, we’d mischievously prod her on,
Take a deep breath and say it!
Stamp you feet, clench your fists
if you have to. But trust us, you’ll feel so much
better— no other word will do, grandma.
I think the closest she ever came to saying it,
to actually exhaling the almighty, Fuck!
was when she’d whispered to me, in all her godliness,
it must have been around the airplay of “Like a Virgin,”
That Madonna’s a slut, you know, dear.
The Day Relays Itself
The day relays itself with ease.
A quiescent afternoon wearing rain clouds
that squeeze out droplets, one moment
at a time.
One son gathers letters, documentation
for an arts and technology college,
sets these aside for an evening at
his girlfriend’s jazz dance recital.
The other, seeks solace with his girlfriend
also, bringing books and adolescent trepidations
back to her family’s for dinner, later a ride
home. They each will sleep tonight, all
dreams a curvature of innocence, all
dreams exceeding child-like design.
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Donna Hill lives in British Columbia, Canada with her three sons. She has
been writing poetry since 1998, drawing much of her writing style for
realism from life around her, her family, and work as a child educator. She
is a part time university student earning her Batchelor of Arts in English
and Creative Writing. Donna is also co-creator and poetry editor of Erosha,
an online literary journal of the erotic. Her poems have appeared
internationally, in such issues as Teak Round Up, One Dog Press, Poems
Niederngrasse, Poetry Motel, Peshekee River Poetry, and Slipstream, and have
also been published by numerous literary webzines. "My Hands Write When I
Need Them To," took first prize in Comrades first annual poetry contest in
the UK, and was invited into their anthology entitled, "Uno," 2002. Clean
Sheets Press has published her poem, "Carolina Rain" in their latest
anthology, December 2001. Donna's poetry site can be found at
www.donnamichelehill.com.
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