Wednesday, February 20, 2013

A Late Latte Afternoon

A simmering coffee house
brimming with living noise.
Amidst an aroma of comfort, 
quietly he yearns to be held
crackers clutched in small 
hands, bright eyes on a distant
Cheerio. She’s young, safe
to share love, secure to share 
life. A mother, and still, a lover.  
Serene, soft eyes and subtle 
smile, breathes in the moment,
acknowledges the gift.
Gracious caresses rain on 
the little darling, squirming,
then submitting to the warmth
of touch unconditioned.
A forgotten Cheerio, a father’s 
gift, a late latte afternoon.