04-09-2018, 05:14 AM
Unplanned
That night you told me
your hair sat on your shoulder
like a lazy cat;
your lips contorted, eyes squinted,
the same look you always had when nervous.
The night my mother explained how to change a diaper,
joy was too small a word to describe her smile,
her eyes were brighter than the surest stars
used to navigate a voyage.
That night you told me
your hair sat on your shoulder
like a lazy cat;
your lips contorted, eyes squinted,
the same look you always had when nervous.
The night my mother explained how to change a diaper,
joy was too small a word to describe her smile,
her eyes were brighter than the surest stars
used to navigate a voyage.
Time is the best editor.