On most Tuesdays, Margo Roby provides a prompt on her blog. I haven’t participated in a while, but I hope to use her prompts for my small stone project in January and maybe beyond. Today, she’s suggesting a poem about where you were when an unforgettable event occurred. I would have written about JFK’s assassination or the Challenger disaster, or even 9/11, but I decided a small stone was better suited to a smaller event.
A bathroom remodel
Another Friday morning wandering
the aisles at Lowe’s.
“A commode is just a commode, isn’t it?”
But a vanity? Something important,
or at the very least, full of self-respect.
Tile
Too many options, too many price points. And then-
What’s the cost of labor?
Who will give us advice?
The insistent ring, the fumble with the purse.
“Already? In the hospital already?’
A grandson on the way, a little
early.
Right then, of course, no one cared what else awaited
remodeling.
the raven's eye 
Interesting. The final stanza is quite tantalising, as it can be literal… or not. So glad to see you writing. I’m waiting for April (not that I’m not writing, but I’m rather desultory about it at the momen). I am so good that month.
Desultory is such a fine word! I wish I’d thought of it to describe my fits and starts these last few months.
Yes, when baby comes all else falls away…reality will be there when we come out of the hypnotic love-state of fresh baby!! 🙂
Yes, one thing consumes our attention with its importance and then – boom – it gets put into perspective.
Grandchildren always realign ones focus. I look forward to reading much more of poetry in the future.
A new grandchild can do that to you. I liked the way you structured this poem, well done.