My word!
My little word! What a wonder.
Every sound—every syllable of her wounded
She lets fall all her letters
Mound of mournful
All her kisses stolen
Not a one left.
Not a one.
Like a Jonah, she
Unrepentant mutterings
Swallowed in a wail
Parent with her back turned
Arms folded
Foot tapping
Eyes averted
NO>>>>>
Mere moments later
Moist lashes flutterless on twin pink moons
Her breath a gaspy little breeze
Mother hands pluck up the pieces
Reconstruct them in strong arms
One kiss on an eyelid
One on a cheek
One lands on an earlobe,
One on a brow, one on a chin…
Spilling from relenting lips
Oh, my word! My little word!
I give them all back
Every one.