Scott Edward Anderson's Poetry Blog

Here is my poem for Day 8 of National Poetry Month:

“So this is what it’s like without kids,”

Your son observes when he stops by

To pick up his computer on his way

Back to his dad’s crosstown apartment.

Adult music, a gourmet dinner eaten,

Poached pears in pomegranate juice.

Romance in the air.

Yeah, this is what it’s like without our kids.

We revel in these moments,

Alone together.

But these are only a part of our flowering.

Those nights more frenetic, with your kids

Or mine…or the whole six-pack together

In full flourish, are no less remarkable.

Extraordinary, actually.

And pieces of what we are building together:

The life that we want to live,

With intention and authenticity,

And, yes, equal parts messiness and grace.

–Scott Edward Anderson