The
first poem came from a little panic that began my week and was cleared away
today. What week isn’t without some kind of “little panic” it seems, huh?
The
other poem was inspired by my husband reading a bedtime story to our son, but
he began by reminding me that he read it to me. We used to read a lot at
bedtime. He read to me and it was a wonderful time. I miss it and him
(obviously). He’s here, we just don’t get those quiet moments of reading
together anymore. Okay, the picture isn't his sexiest, but to me it makes my heart go pitter-pat when he reads to our son.
Emergent
Emergency
One
little note
Induces
perpetual panic
Spinning
in my head
Until
I can call
To
hear a voice
That
is the only one
That
can answer my questions
The
alarms are shut down
One
by one by one
Calm
is installed
Back
to regular programming
My
concentration returns
Now
with laser focus
A
Bedtime Story
The
warmth of words well read
Are
so sensual and serene
They
go to my head
Dancing
in scenes
Pulling
me up to a plane
I
don’t often see
The
way a sigh escapes
Or
a silent plea
The
stuff of begging
That
longing space
Is
filled
With
the thrill
Melts
the chill
Can
do no ill
Your
voice
My
choice
Commands
me still
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