Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
Mom’s casual embrace
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Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
Drove to the city
to shop eat sushi buy fun
things that make us smile.
Handful of turquoise
begs to be strung with silver
draped around my neck.
Grey army trenchcoat
or lime green sixties jacket
J can pull off both.
We sleep late and do
little. Spend quality time.
Together, enough.
February’s haste
to usher in an early
March slowed by one day.
Luminous suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.
Teenager curled up
becomes baby J who’s glad
that mommy’s nearby.
greatness revealed in
the sound of splinters, words that
pierce my jealous eyes.
Let delight ripen
into a sweet juicy pear
True joy takes patience.