The 12 Days of Blogger Christmas (Day 12)
"Of the Good"
A woman of uncommon beauty
uncharacteristically silent
stands in the kitchen drinking coffee
in a house where her mother
once was
staring at where a tree
once was
wondering what
once was
will be.
Her shoulders bow
under the weight of a self-imposed load.
She bears it gracefully.
Usually.
Few know the gravity
beneath the levity.
A pink tongue tickles her exposed ankle.
A strong, soft hand touches her neck.
Neither startles her.
Instead she cocks her head to the side,
Trapping long fingers between her shoulder
and her curly locks.
"Let's go upstairs."
sigh.
A woman of uncommon beauty
uncharacteristically silent
stands in the kitchen drinking coffee
in a house where her mother
once was
staring at where a tree
once was
wondering what
once was
will be.
Her shoulders bow
under the weight of a self-imposed load.
She bears it gracefully.
Usually.
Few know the gravity
beneath the levity.
A pink tongue tickles her exposed ankle.
A strong, soft hand touches her neck.
Neither startles her.
Instead she cocks her head to the side,
Trapping long fingers between her shoulder
and her curly locks.
"Let's go upstairs."
sigh.
posted by ceeelcee at 9:34 AM
5 Comments:
damn. eloquent.
BRAVO!!
Perfection. And, of course, Mabel.
Take a bow, my friend, you have done a mighty fine job these 12 days!!!
You sweet thing. I want to say more but it's none of my business. But well said.
Wow.
I mean wow.
*sigh*
This made me cry! I second the BRAVO!
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