Thursday, February 17, 2011

NuNu

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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