Here’s a boy, tender and raw, heart exposed awkward innocence blocking his intention Here’s a man, eyes fiery coals, hands coarse , face leather, smoky
Open to sisterhood, letting my guard down, pledging reliability Just can’t find suitably sparkly holder to house my pragmatism, hate being second-rate when it comes
She’s in the kitchen cleaning, prepping sweetness; wishes to nurture childlike longings – sugar laden gifts, honeyed chops hooks her men with culinary preciseness as
Tender as a fledgling, angelic curls confrontational, she bears emotions with courage, femininity unkempt, pridefully engages creatures – pests to most – believes in messengers,
Social invitations sing of acceptance, delightful opportunity to intermingle for the hale, the rehearsed, practiced in the choreography of wardrobe appropriateness disability cringes – NO!
Quiet! the oft heard command of childhood echoes inwardly as if our home was a library our privileges reduced to silent study – passes given