Tuesday, April 12, 2016

We Never Did

it was raining gold at all the childrens' birthday parties;
a soft gold tasting of butterscotch? sun spots? caramels
wrapped or toffees and this stole the show

from the cake slice with it rose;
the dish of tri striped lusciousness.
oh strawberry chocolate and vanilla when I grow up I
will name my children for you. I promise to.

but we never did.
grow up, I mean.

mary angela douglas 12 april 2016