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| Day 1 prompt for National Poetry Month, 2015 |
On
mornings I wake with my son
I
am disarmed by his hummingbird kisses
I
wear them with me as
Flowers
wear the sun that crystallizes
On
their garment petals
My
daughter provokes laughter
That
can be heard as poetry in motion
Giggles
of words scribbled
On
a dry erase board, she takes
Exasperated
breaths as her tears cake
To
her rosy cheeks
I
quickly reach for my journal
To
write about the images my children
Invoke
in me, a pinwheel of colors
Layered
onto my brown skin
Each
continues to tell a new story
With
their touch and their stare
Similar
to books packed into boxes I
Line
the kitchen sink with
Coffee
crusted mugs recently
Pregnant
swells of bellies filled with
Horchata
latte like the ones at Barrio Barista
It
is time to move and fill the walls
With
new stories
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