This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
Matilda and Meadow are growing up
Matilda and Meadow are growing up
even old Mustard — no longer a pup
Milton — a father so very proud
something he often voices out loud
this fine family — do we keep on exploring?
or is it all starting to be a bit boring?
I think for now we will leave them behind
we can all come back later and see what we find
Matilda and Meadow found a small nest
Matilda and Meadow found a small nest
it held 3 blue eggs, it was the best
they looked every day but they did not disturb
their tending of that nest was right and superb
one day the eggs hatched and they watched from afar
as the mom robin fed her small chicks like a star
then one day they went out to look once again
the empty nest now held memories of what once had been
Matilda and Meadow have a picnic
Matilda and Meadow most like the sun
it finally came out so they planned for some fun
they told their father and Mustard the dog
we are having a picnic down by the three logs
we will make sandwiches that you love best
father, make sure you put Mustard in his finest wool vest
that afternoon, they all trotted down
to the stream, sat on logs, and none wore a frown
Matilda and Meadow Bake Bread
Matilda and Meadow love to bake bread
their famous dark rye loaf — big as a head
they stir and they knead and they wait long enough
the toast is quite perfect, crunchy not tough
their father spreads butter and raspberry jam
the girls prefer cheese and thick cuts of ham
on cold winter days the oven helps heat
the family keeps warm and they laugh while they eat
Matilda and Meadow and Mustard
Matilda and Meadow love dogs more than cats
their dog is named Mustard and they make him wear hats
he used to get dressed up like a small doll
he didn’t much like that, no, not at all
the three go for long walks through fields, along streams
the picture created comes right from a dream
exploring the country with joy and with wonder
running fast home at the first sound of thunder
these three are the very most best kind of friends
the adventures and laughing and fun stuff don’t end
Matilda and Meadow cry
Matilda and Meadow cry when it rains
their father does not have to make them explain
the clouds streamed out buckets the day their mom died
the girls joined in and they cried and they cried
on days when its sunny the girls smile wide
their father expands as he fills up with pride
this family connects to the truth of the past
and stays in the present, knows weather won’t last
Matilda and Meadow
Matilda and Meadow, sisters and friends
know how the other’s statements will end
live on a farm with their dad and some cows
know how to milk, harvest, and plow
Matilda has short hair, Meadow’s hair flows
know how to sew and mend all their clothes
a life filled with joy, love and some sorrow
can’t wait to explore more, but that comes tomorrow