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Darcy Grabenstein Poem
Little one, your impending birth is bittersweet
for how can I be filled with joy
as you make your grand entrance
into a country misled by greed and power?
I eagerly awaited your gender reveal
and remain terrified of what the next four years will reveal
as the American people
lose their jobs, their minds, their lives, their hope
For now, your mother’s womb
offers a cocoon of protection
but what lies in wait once you enter the harsh reality
of this upside-down world where wrong is right?
Where too many adults have become punch-drunk
suckling on the smooth flow of lies
from those in office spouting conspiracy theories
that dribble down their double chins
I wonder and worry what you’ll learn from role models
who boss and bully
eager to tear young babes from their mothers’ embrace
leaders whose evil knows no borders
Yet, I will welcome you with open arms
and do what a bubbe does best
I'l shower you with love hold you tight
calm your fears, dry your tears
Knowing that this too shall pass.
Copyright © Darcy Grabenstein | Year Posted 2026
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Darcy Grabenstein Poem
Thin Mints, an oxymoron
Heavy Mints is spot on
I think willpower deserves a badge
Never can eat just one
My goal? To make a Scouts’ pledge
I hem and haw and hedge
No more cookies, I wail
Try as I might I fail
So I eat the whole sleeve instead
Copyright © Darcy Grabenstein | Year Posted 2026
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Darcy Grabenstein Poem
My alarm clock wails
I bury under covers
Then work buries me
Copyright © Darcy Grabenstein | Year Posted 2026
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