a mother and two
how unusual we were
then the envy
of all our friends
in those days
when women stayed
with men who didn’t
our secret was
what fun we had
yes in between some
food stamp shame
and jobs and school
and trying to open
a bank account
in your name alone
three with the solid
stance of four
the moonlit world
was ours door open
to anything new
people music places
a lullabye life
of memories that
started sweet and now
seem somehow sweeter
since life added
its citrus twist to those
honeyed days when
we were just us
two and you
Dedicated to my mother, Bonnie, and sister, Sarah, with love
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: The Balcony, 1868, by Édouard Manet, oil on canvas
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