The house is quiet
Night wraps itself around me
A familiar quilt
These days stretch out long
Like a cat in cool green grass
Hummingbirds flutter
My eyelids grow thick
Too heavy to stay open
I dream of whipped cream
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I am a native Texan who has lived for the past 30 years in Southern California. I am a published author of both short memoir and fiction, a two-time Pushcart nominee, a nationally award-winning writing coach, an editor, as well as a Licensed Professional Counselor in the state of Texas. In addition, I am the mother of three grown daughters of whom I am extremely proud, a grandmother of four darling children and the wife of a man I still love after 44 years.
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Hmmm. Whipped cream. Sounds divine. Nice poem.
Thanks, Tess. Glad you got some answers on your SPAM!
Wonderful feeling – like a sweet dream.
Ah, I like that! Thanks so much.