For these few minutes, pretend
I am your daughter, you my good mother,
rough and grainy against my palm.
I could be small enough
to climb inside.
Though you are whole and perfect
and I am only human,
adopt me. Feel how you grow
warm in my hands.
We are made for each other.
***
3 comments:
lovely - satisfying as the feel of soapstone in the hand
WV - scidger
one who scidges down lanes
F B, once upon a time there was a plan afoot to write the very first Word Ver Leprechaun dictionary. I still think it's a good idea. I think the WVLs have a poetic impulse :)
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(Poem read and appreciated when it was first posted, before I knew about this useful symbol)
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