Merely Day By Day

  Grandma Life a little each day I  move tiny objects to four feet, place protectors in outlets; set up beds with soft blankets, pile books for bedtime. ready the kitchen set, bought decades ago, pull the toy box out from behind the couch; the refrigerator drawer now has  more  fruit than vegetables, the not-so-secret-snack-stash filled. small chairs are placed on the patio, a swing blows in the breeze; a list of possible activities, a menu of favorite meals, all readied.  I've become her. © Cathy L. Mere, 2024 For April I will be taking a deep dive into  The Practicing Poet: Writing Beyond the Basics ,  edited by Diane Lockward. This book is full of 30 craft tips, so it is the perfect way to shape this month's challenge and dig into the craft of poetry. Stop by my Substack page,   Merely in Progress , to follow this month's writing journey, where you will also find reflections, links, and inspiration across the challenge.  Of course, this month is really about writing poet

   It's National Poetry Month. I will be posting a poem each day. No theme. I'm just going to follow the spark each day, wherever I might find it. It's bound to be messy.  It's Poetry Friday! It is also the last Friday of National Poetry Month. Today's roundup is hosted by Ruth at " There is No Such Thing as a God-forsaken Town ." (True confessions: I didn't quite make the Friday night deadline so I'm posting this on Saturday morning. Since I'm late, I did not link to the roundup, but I'd suggest you stop by to see all this community has been accomplishing this month.)  Here's "today's" poem: When You're Two  Life when you're two is full of joy.  We hop around the living room, you giggle as we move in circles, hop, hop, hop. Again , you say. We sing songs in the kitchen, dancing and acting out the words, do, da, do. Again , you shout. We twirl endlessly in circles, falling down on queue, boom, boom, boom. Again , y