Wednesday, December 7, 2011

this is about my mom. it's that kind of day.

A Poem About My Mother at 6:26 AM

by me

And sometimes when I go downstairs
in the full-moon morning,
and my warm feet ache on the wood floor
because the house has frozen over in the night
and the thermostat is,
it's not on:
there's a mug of hot chocolate already there
by the makeup bag and the toothpaste,
and there are little marshmallows in there.
And that's when I think:
This is love.

Hey, Mum.
-Avery Jalaine


Oh thanks. You're pretty.