Downstairs
talk turns into tunes
songs ache
words are taken
"Happy Holidays!
Happy Holidays!
I’m so happy!
Happy Holidays!"
(It‘s still February.)
Upstairs, she breathes
me kisses and begs
for “Mental Mints.”
To be the best Mama in the world,
you must be willing to share Altoids.
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