Maybe you like reading poems. Maybe you don’t. Either way, you are likely to find Rosemerry Wahtoia Trommer’s blog a moment of charm in your day.
I don’t look at anybody’s blog every single day, and probably you don’t either. But every now and then I think, “I need a Rosemerry poem.” I flick to her blog and I am never disappointed.
Rosemerry writes about herself, and in the process she shows me myself. She treats herself like an archeology site, scoping the whole location, delicately brushing away layer after layer of soil to reveal something unexpected.
For me, each Rosemerry poem is a dance moving lightly through my world.
Here are a few lines from today’s poem by Rosemerry Wahtoia Trommer—it’s called
We would be tucked into our twin beds,
and dad would sit in the door way.
Every night, he’d tell us a story about a boy
and a girl who were very much
like my brother and me, only they lived
amongst the dinosaurs. I don’t remember
how the stories went, but I remember
how I loved them, how my father’s voice
became part of the night, how everything
always turned out right for the kids
in the story. How much I wanted
to be that girl who rode on a pterodactyl…
(c) Rosemerry Wahtoia Trommer