I Dream of Mom and Dad

Rum and Robots

Poem by Joni Caggiano – Photograph by Johannes Plenio (Pexels) – a 1 minute 7 second read

The sun was setting on my back, delighting me with fall whispers
Trails of auburn and ginger colors left kisses of white ribbons on my skin
An anole wiggled with his last taste of energy behind dried leaves
I heard a lone saxophone from an outdoor restaurant crying high notes
That is when I saw her, she was young again
Pulling up garden bulbs, her pride and joy in the sand
Green ferns were blowing notes her way as she began to dance
Oh no, this was no happenstance

Mama – I felt my lips move as the word traveled in the still muggy layers of my dream
Slowly turning, bare feet slightly in the air with pink toenails
I’m making chicken pastry tonight and a chocolate pie
Her glance was like a…

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