She Asks
August 03, 2008 09:57 AM EDT
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When she asks,
I am transported to a place
Where she is six once again
Cajoling with no effort
Tilted smile to melt the ice caps
I cannot deny her
I never have learned that skill
But I know the look
Knowing, something needs to be said
Something profound?
Something dark and sinister?
Something gay and frivolous?
Something earth shattering?
Imagination takes flight
As I complete her request
Anticipation of what is to come
Dread fills every pore
She would not ask
Without reason or cause
An occasion to be met
With laughter?
With tears?
With anger?
"Did you?" she asks
"I did." I respond
Again, that smile, that innocence
Transporting me back a lifetime ago
She only asks on special occasions
Like birthdays, or heartbreaks
Or guilty of something
Love in a 9 by 13 pan
Lasagna, only Momma's will do
You're WHAT?
Tears, laughter, elation
Hugs, handshakes, and high-fives
Yes, lasagna was the only choice
I hope he has her smile.
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Comments: 39
i can relate to this
I remember when lasagna used to make things better.
Thanks everyone. Your kind words . I appreciate it greatly.
(so when am i getting this lazagna?)
lol
When you learn to spell it, honey!!!
Your poet muse, lives deep in side of you, and has crawled out to captivate us all.
I for one, will call you the Poet Queen.
I bow down to your skills.
One of you best poems. I especially love the way you placed poignant words in some rather unexpected places.
10 from your lover man.
what fun!
Nicely done!