Friday, May 6, 2011

Two Gifts in Two Days


I have been gifted with love by the fists full
every spring for a decade.
But never like this
backed by a flair of early rye
bound in lavendar pony with silver sparkles.



I am ashamed
I bit back,
"You did this? You never do this!"
When she announced
"I'm done with my bath now."

Done means
puddles to sop from the title
Barbies down the drain
a foam of too-much soap
and heaps of sodden washcloths.

The only thing Hope left me
was a small drift of sand
in the tub
like an artifact of reality

and a heart full of wonder.



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