reminiscence

the tenderness in your folds

the secrets that you keep

the closets where i hid

to get away from him

the cinnamon babkas tickled my tongue

while your eyes smiled to hear me

mis-pronounce chicken schnitzel

through my missing front teeth

8 thoughts on “reminiscence

      • We are all, thankfully, still works in progress 🙂 It is often the darker events that shape us…and it is usually from those that we grow the most. Just think what it is in which roses grow best 😉

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  1. obrigado Poeta, i lost my baby front teeth at around 6 or 7 and i sounded funny when i talked until the permanent teeth grew in. i thought it was a happy poem, but im thinking about my mother so i see where readers think its a little sad, thanks for reading 🙂

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