Sunday, March 18, 2018

All Those Beautiful Places (Day 424)

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 
where magically even when 
there is no peace
there is still love



(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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