the sweetness of you
the moistness
the “yes” I feel in my veins, soul when I take a bite of you
the hominess
my grandmother
my mother
instant comfort
*made by poeticgrin
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
November 7, 2008 in Poem | Tags: pumpkin bread
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November 10, 2008 at 9:05 am
PoeticGrin
What a compliment, to be placed alongside the grannies and the mamas!
And a good poem, too!