Bright pink like the heated
breath of dawn,
little extracted curled
sleepy tongue.
Interest’s sake,
keep her warm,
I want to breathe fire,
what an urge,
do not drag thy feet,
this isn’t a dirge,
but rather, a celebration,
of family,
love,
good humour,
ask about our existence
and I’ll say:
Preserve us with a picture!
Lean forward with interest,
extrovert takes over the show,
but darling, it’s not about you,
it’s about us five,
and she, lovingly attended to.
I’ll breathe in her scent,
it is locked in her scarf and beanie,
an olfactory reminder to be experienced,
recalled soon,
or retrieved hastily,
should there be need,
to be seen,
comforting reminder,
I think I may have need.
For now, though,
we are gathered here today,
loosely, casually,
then tightly reunited,
accepting these precious moments,
wouldn’t you know it –
chicken soup is good
for the family and soul,
but the company,
company means everything,
especially now.
© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay
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