from dawn to dusk, mom

from dawn to dusk, mom
and dad
, opening, closing
opening, closing –

like blossoms discovering
their fragile magnificence


  1. 5h2o

    When my kids were small, I used to imagine them as baby birds just waiting in the nest with their mouths wide open expecting food to magically arrive. This poem brought that all back, though with a much more gracious take. Get some sleep!

    Lovely work, as usual!

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