Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Easter poeeeem

Your first Peep of Easter, 
A bright thing that melts
and sticks to the roof of 
your mouth, a child's comfort

that you put away for 
healthy greens and carrots
and thin slices of lamb

But I like memory of you
when you were a bright thing, 

a ruddy-cheeked smile split from
dimple to dimple and I miss 

the way you found laughter
simply in holding hands or
the way odd clouds at sunset.