3. May 19th
I thought of lilacs.
I thought of the Carpenters.
Of songs and lullabies.
Of quiet listening and quiet advising.
Of an image of "The Swim" being performed in the kitchen
with a whole chicken,
deboned and cubed,
sitting on the counter.
Of a voice saying, "Rick!"
in an exasperated, joyful way.
I thought of my mother.
Happy Birthday, Momma!
So tender...Pregnant mama crying on this end of the computer.
ReplyDeleteOh, I forgot there are some with fancy hormones these days reading this... Sorry Angie! :)
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