Storms of Make Believe

A picnic in a rain storm

Was something we use to do

A little mommy and me time

That was just between us two

We’d hit up a local drive-thru

And get our favorite meal to go

Then race to our destination

So we could eat and enjoy the show

We would drive in slowly

Where the water was raining down

Then neon rainbow soap suds

Would be swooshing all around

It was easy to imagine

We were in a great big storm

Watching from inside our car

While keeping safe and warm

Then magically the sun came out

And the wind would blow us dry

We’d drive out looking good as new

Underneath a bright blue sky

How fondly I recall those days

Though dollars were few to spend

The simple sweet connectedness

Of us relishing pretend


Zephyr Repose


Fan blades whir above me.

I can see them through the netting

that covers the top of my crib. (Earliest memory)

The sound and vibrations are comforting, and I am quieted.

There are others here, but they have yet to

discover the soothing wafts of redirected wind,

for still they wail.

We are left in the care of strangers as our bodies

heal from whatever ails us.

Parents were not allowed to stay with their babies

under hospital care back then.

Wind, directed, redirected, or otherwise…mostly otherwise,

is still wildly soothing to this tired heart.

Perhaps it all started with my earliest cognitive recollection

in a room full of crying babies in the care of nurses we didn’t know?

Copyright Dani Heart