Love Poem 2013

Today  we may

date and mate

sign and rhyme

begin to grin

invade a glade

grow and flow

be in me.

Mother

I shouted ‘milk!’

at the milk

but it didn’t

react

at

all.

I knew it well;

even what it

would become.

Still, it floated

white and flat

in a clear glass

chimney pot

on my black

and mottled

table top until

gulp-gulped, as nectar,

by a passing child of mine.