2011-04-30T19:57:46-04:00April 30th, 2011|Parenthood|

Your perfect ears

I whisper into them
floppy fortune cookies
on the side of your head
funneling my messages of love.
If Dali were to draw a crescent moon
a surrealist sculpture
a labyrinth
the way the tide drives tunnels into rock
these are the receptacles that catch
the sound of my voice
and quiet your expanding mind:
close your eyes
this is your mama singing
you to sleep.

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