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Suzanne Penn Jan 2013
Hot candy...
my first thought
as my eyes opened...
her scent engulfed me
I drew it in
and felt her
capture me.
Suzanne Penn Jan 2013
My mother
now old
once long ago
put Miss Harper Valley PTA to shame

My mother
with a quick wit
and sharp tongue
built a reputation to keep her safe.

My mother
smoked ***
drank Blackberry Brandy
and raised three radicals alone when it just wasn't done.

My mother
looked for love
settled for security... but never for long
too high of a price.

My mother
devoured books
had an artists' soul
mixed with a black widows heart.

My mother
is trapped
between what she knows
and what she says.

My mother
is embarrassed, confused
and angry
refusing to yield as she always has.

My mother
needs me now
yet has too much pride
and doesn't want crude judgments.

My mother
taught me her best
(and worst) tricks
and I use them on her often.

My mother
is at the end of her life
keeping long promised answers
locked tightly inside her.

My mother
has never let anyone
understand her
but me.
My mother has been diagnosed with a rapid onset dementia  compounded by a series of "mini strokes". her mind is working...but her short term and a jumbled communication system....a lot.
Suzanne Penn Jan 2013
Time goes…
Slowly
Day by day
Waiting for the “good stuff”

Time goes…
Quickly
Year by year
Eventually there isn't enough

Time goes…
Even if I don’t
Suzanne Penn Jan 2013
When you get close to me...
I feel you
physically.
long before we touch.

There are times when...
our rhythms sync
and throb
unintentionally.

Your intense closeness...
staggers me
draws me
entrances me
"with your eyes"

We just...
fit together.
Very Nicely...
you feel like home.
Suzanne Penn Jan 2013
I miss...
missing you
chasing you
wishing for you
to wish for me.

I miss...
excitedly telling you
who I am
and who I wish to be.

I miss...
not knowing
when I would see you
hold you
exhale your breath.

I love us now...
don't misunderstand...
but the anticipation
and the adventure
at times get over-powered
by the day.

I miss...
our breathless
creativity
and the almost violent need
to be close.
Suzanne Penn Jan 2013
So many others
over thought
and pulled apart
the threads
that are me.

You take the time
to untangle me
and leave me
smooth and content.

You became my backing
holding me pristine
for the world to see
Believing in me
without question.

You do not see me
as an adornment, a babble...
To you, my mess is
your valued
essential treasure

I can see in your eyes
our deep comfort
settled next to
a fierce passion.

The threads that are me
are worn and frayed
in some places
barely holding their own
Until the threads that are you
wove in next to me.

You saved me
in a most realistic way
now together
making
The cloth that is we.
Suzanne Penn Jan 2013
I drink my wine
slowly...
playfully swishing
and enjoying the moment.

I hold the stem
casually convenient...
between middle fingers
my orchestral baton.

I make my wine
to suit both foods
and moods...
and devilishly charming
just like me.

Elegant and simple
at the same time...
value here
is determined by time spent
not money spent.
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