lovepoem #6
sometimes you do things right I doubt she remembers I didn’t till I found it jotted in an old journal but my youngest thirteen coming down the darkened back stairs was met at the foot by her mother who grabbed her struggling and yelping and smothered her with kisses you have to watch out for back stairs I said
© Jacqueline Jackson 2006
This article appears in Apr 13-19, 2006.
