Wednesday, December 1, 2010


Tonight was the first night we slept together
soft and warm
and only 4 years old.
Her mouth spins the spectrum as her body dreams,
stealing an absolutely impossible amount of covers.
She shouts angrily against the green and slanted night
slaps my book with a drowsy hand,
lonely in her dreams
she pushes at the papery insomnia
and laughs so hard I can see all of her teeth,
Whispers in words too dream-shaped to decipher.

When her morning voice prods me into waking
her eyes are rounder than two chocolate moons.


  1. What a beautiful poem! It really moved me.

  2. I had to come back. I don't think I've made myself clear, as to just how much I like this poem. It's very, very, very, very, very good. In a word: perfection.

  3. This is such a beautiful work... it captures her. I am honored and blessed to have you in our lives. Peace.

  4. @Daigu
    Thank you so much for the praise. I (very hesitantly) agree with you. I think it is probably the best poem I have written in 3 weeks.
    Can't agree with you about the perfect, but I'm very happy you think so!

  5. Mother and child has always been a special moment and picture.

  6. aptly said, powerful emotions..


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