2022-02-22T11:05:50-08:00April 30th, 2011|Parenthood|

Your perfect ears

I whisper into your perfect ears,
those floppy fortune cookies
on the sides of your head.

Each one reminds me of a crescent moon
drawn by Dali,
a surrealist sculpture,
a labyrinth,
a cliff edge tunneled
by trillions of tides.

They catch all the sounds
like this one,
swirled into your heart
at the end of a long day

close your eyes
this is your mama singing
you to sleep.

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