Today's poem is by Maggie Smith
Rain, New Year's Eve
The rain is a broken piano,
playing the same note over and over.
My five-year-old said that.
Already she knows loving the world
means loving the wobbles
you can't shim, the creaks you can't
oil silentthe jerry-rigged parts,
MacGyvered with twine and chewing gum.
Let me love the cold rain's plinking.
Let me love the world the way I love
my young son, not only when
he cups my face in his sticky hands,
but when, roughhousing,
he accidentally splits my lip.
Let me love the world like a mother.
Let me be tender when it lets me down.
Let me listen to the rain's one note
and hear a beginner's song.
Copyright © 2017 Maggie Smith All rights reserved
from Southern Indiana Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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