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The Days the Nights the Years

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by: Frosty - Wed, 21 Dec 2022 23:12 UTC

The Days the Nights the Years

1.

A new day dawns
wearing a blue bonnet
before I gather my just awake thoughts of empty
so soon after my dreams seemed over-full,
but still I rise, dragging the legs
to a slice of toast, remembering the toast
you offered when I was a twinkle in your eye
and you were that star in mine.

2.

Was I too much of a fireball for you,
or not enough when you crept back
like a lost puppy looking for
a belly rub and full dish?
So sure, come on in,
but lost is the one you knew,
never to turn a blind eye
to yours that roved
and beware, this fixed gaze
can burn you
into soft melt.

3.

Motherhood, alone
and you protected and nourished
and tried to weed out the bad
so only the most fragrant survives
in a season of full bloom,
but blooms can hold thorns,
drawing blood from that soft touch
and you wonder as you watch
the trickle of all you gave,
now leave like wind-blown dust.

Frosty

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