Do you hear a little child crying?
Keeper holds up a cheap, placemat
With a pattern of Blackeyed Susans
And says *See that pattern?
You made it.*
Came your birthday
Black coffee, a packet of Sweet & Low
I choked when the grounds touched my lips.
You're feeding her and telling her
*Your Mommy is the smartest,
most beautiful woman in the world.*
I painted white and yellow
petals around the droplets of coffee.
And mailed it off,
My gift, se lah!
It was returned two weeks later.
Marked twenty years!
That was the day we became friends.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
Do you hear a little child crying?
Keeper holds up a cheap, placemat
With a pattern of Blackeyed Susans
And says *See that pattern?
You made it.*
Came your birthday
Black coffee, a packet of Sweet & Low
I choked when the grounds touched my lips.
You're feeding her and telling her
*Your Mommy is the smartest,
most beautiful woman in the world.*
I painted white and yellow
petals around the droplets of coffee.
And mailed it off,
My gift, se lah!
It was returned two weeks later.
Marked twenty years!
That was the day we became friends.
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