take me again
by the hand
with you and the sea
and the expanse of
life ahead
I cannot be lost
©Erin Croley
©Erin Croley Manzanita, OR
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curled together with heads bent and legs tucked like pretzels we share dreams to greet the day I envision us as an egg he asks how my belly opens because he wants to return there "for 100 years" and I find it hard to accept either as impossible ©Erin Croley rare morning
she wakes and seeks her daddy's lap and I get to listen to their whispered words a love story of endless questions ©Erin Croley somewhere between birds and bladder
begging me to rise and first steps into the sun you crawled into my lap so here we sit sharing dreams ©Erin Croley (from a #WrittenRiver prompt) the soft glow of fresh snow
filters through slate blue curtains my four-year-old philosopher braves the morning cold traverses the bare wood floors in bare feet wraps both arms around me, and asks about death shares his desire to live with me forever I see him defying life's decay just as he defies confinement within definitions of "a good boy" I whisper encouragements of scientific discovery and some cliche about happiness and living each day to its fullest knowing I'd give it all for love, for him to forever defy expectations @ERrantIN ©Erin Croley (#ntitle prompt) the weight of four blankets
can't maintain warmth or conjure a deep sleep all of me is attuned to the possibility of your voice... propped up against our coats
legs across mine on this cafe bench she plays virtual games between bites of chocolate muffin while I attempt to blame everything for her injury except my own shared genetics @ERrantIN ©Erin Croley (from a #soulhoot prompt) I spend
my morning in a look around when there is coffee time and sleeping children at hand ©Erin Croley (from a #ShapePoetry Twitter prompt) half-folded hearts
linger throughout our house a construction paper ensemble stretched letters heavily taped pencils hidden layers of love ©Erin Croley Curious if whiskey and root beer
work better than the mother-wife combo because we are out of Coke and I don't drink soda ©Erin Croley (and yes, I know root beer is a soda) |
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