I was there when
that small warm bundle
called life dangled limply
in your arms a load of laundry
bound for the line or a chilly
expression of reticence on
a face once generous
as grandma’s whipped-cream
fudge and fresh-from-the-garden
berries served sunwarm with
our breakfast every morning
the artist doesn’t tell she shows
and deserves a snap of the fingers
for all those beautiful places
and deserves a snap of the fingers
for all those beautiful places
where magically even when
there is no peace
there is still love
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay
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