my kind of hallmark moment
It’s couscous, spicy greens,
yams sweetened with syrup
and pecans; it’s my clothes
laid out and my messes
put away without any
fussing; it’s the lists
made for me, emails reminding me
what I’ve forgotten; it’s coming
home each night to a kiss
and him listening to my
fussing; it’s the conversations:
Darfur, indi films, preteen
obsessions. It’s the knowing
I’m enough and I have plenty.
I've opted to share another draft of my own. this week's Poetry Friday is hosted at Picture Book of The Day.
10 comments:
A lovely snapshot.
Loved this!
Thank you. :-)
Bursting with love, this poem. Makes me want to go find my own man.
You've captured the small moments that make our days meaningful. And thanks for following my blog. Here's to more interaction.
Love this. Last line is perfect :)!
really nice poem. I enjoyed it!
I agree - that last line is perfect. Satisfaction!
Beautiful
I am enough. Great sentence.
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