Beautiful

19 11 2009

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beautiful
The buzz of her head after a dizzying conversation
Beautiful
The alien that possesses him when he says: “How are you, Mama?”
Beautiful
The source of justice flowing through her veins
Beautiful
The burn deep in her chest that calms at times, but stays
Beautiful
The ween that takes place when she stops suckling the pain
Beautiful
The banks on either side of the road providing guidance, but tempting a climb
Beautiful
The buzzing journey toward an alien source burning to ween her away from any ideas of not scaling the banks
Beautiful
Her hands on my back pushing the discomfort out; deeper, breathe deeper, push deeper, feel deeper
Beautiful
Tiny, wrinkled paws in her tummy, stretching, pushing, ready to grasp her anxious thumb; the date has been set little guy, get ready for the squeeze of a lifetime, your mama’s pretty excited to hold you
Beautiful
Nose a bit too big, teeth a bit too spaced, cadence a bit too slow, skin a bit too dark
Beautiful
Bent over, tired, really tired, 86 years of tired, pushing the impersonal metal cart, too many choices, too few dreams left
Beautiful

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8 12 2009
marigildea

I like this. I miss you.

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