Blue Star

photo via visualhunt.com

After refusing the milk
In big girl bottle,
After opening the flaps
In five flap books,
After squeezing the milk
From the old bottle
Making pools on the wood floor,
After munching banana
After giggling
At the owls hooting,

We swim across
To the miniature desk:
There is work
To be done.

Cold December morning
Ground drying after rain
Mud waiting for tiny boots
Remain inside warm walls

Twelve blocks
Four colors, a box
Neatly carved slots
A matching game.
Something about
The slide and plop
When the fit
Is just right.

Tired papa brain
Wanting pillow again
Guide her, blue star,
Toward star opening
Leave halfway through
She pushes the rest
Clap clap.

When the fit
Is just right
Celebratory
Stomp.