Baby’s up early stacking towers of blocks
I hear morning melodies of phones and alarm clocks
Cats and dogs meow and bow wow
MEOW BOW WOW
“Grandma, please let’s go to the playground right now!”
We cross at the stripes of the crosswalk ahead
Like a piano, it plinks and plays notes in my head
Baby comes along in her squeaky-wheeled stroller
It’s the same one I used—a stroller do-over!
We stroll past the whir of washing machines
past drumming and strumming and musicians’ dreams
past the rustle of tall trees dotting the street
I hope at the playground, there’ll be friends to meet
The chain link fence rattles when a ball hits its side
I see Lanh and Aisha—we’ll take turns on the slide
The shudder of the hoop when Jerome sinks the ball
The swish of Luis’s paint on the brick mural wall
The click of the jump rope on the hot sidewalk
as Mr. Green and Señor Silva on the stoop laugh and talk.
HA HA HA
Now off to the library for Storytime
On Grandma’s soft lap, I hear a story in rhyme
Borrowed books tightly stuffed in my backpack
Suddenly, I’m hungry. I need a snack!
The crunch of my carrot from our neighborhood plot
The pounding of builders in a nearby lot
The groans of buses, the rumble of the subway
bringing mamas and papas home to play!
Those mamas and papas reading bedtime books
in our beds, our chairs and our reading nooks
in so many languages heard below and above
blending together in a chorus of love
The mwahs, chuiks and chups of their goodnight kisses
that land on each cheek—there are no misses
As they tuck the blanket snugly around
I’m thinking those kisses are the very best sound.
MWAH CHUIK CHUP