by lori christoffersen
Friday, April 04, 2008
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for my grown son who sometimes is too busy in his world.
drowsed by the chair’s rhythm
cocooned in the sun’s warmth
my fourth summer
in pastures polka-dotted with daisies and black eyed susans
in the lazy twilight blanketing the countryside
in purple shadows of old willow trees
crickets and bullfrogs harmonize
time to go in for the night
tanned arms scoop me up
the biggest welcome home hug since the prodigal son’s
soap, yeast, soil , vanilla,
no fancy department store cologne for her
she bathes me
tucks me in
coaches me in prayers
kisses me goodnight
opens the window a fairy’s height
leaves me to fall asleep to the night’s gentle lullaby
My son‘s somniloquay echoes
down the corridor
between sleep and wakefulness
would that Fate grant one favor
he taste the lavender wine
when Dreams come
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I find this very beautiful, Lori. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Michelle Mead
|This is my favorite of yours so far, hands down-this is GREAT, Lori. I will go on and on about this one whenever we talk about writing or if you slack off and stop writing I will be like, remember that poem with the lavendar wine- just to forewarn you :) :) :)|
|Reviewed by Handsum Hart
|This is a splendid write, it's very poetic