God love the rare splendid moment

the twist of your hair around a lithe finger
the edge of a smile brightening
the recognition in your child’s eyes
the key turned well in the lock
Beatles at full volume without Mom’s berating
first bite of yellow, white, bleu cheese
on the right cracker
watermelon jelly bellies
first dive of the Summer
our song, even if you have remarried
a sharp, smart, easy spin with your dance partner
the sun’s grand curtsey at dusk
the sun’s last bright hint before the true dawn
the sweet sharp nip of right warmed sake
ever the first kiss on willing lips
a cat running, coming when called
words tumbling on cue on the page as rhymes bubble up
waking and wanting to be alive this day
a wretched pun oh-so-sweetly rendered to mostly appreciating ears
the whip of taut sail heading you, oh, at last, homeward
puppies, kittens, babies, and any number of pink, fat, joyous little lumps of heaven
your welcoming eye as the light dims
waking to the hosannas of chirping starlings
finally turning off the air conditioner
crisp shirt, pressed pants, easy buttons
third gear on the fly
returning home
going home
to you

About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on June 29, 2013, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Lillian Fedoroff

    Oh my goodness that was BEAUTIFUL. {:_)

    Sent from my iPad

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