It's nights like these.

by Poet on the Piano   Sep 22, 2018


It's nights like these
where I feel like a giddy
child, mixing cinnamon
and oatmeal as she makes
a dark roast coffee
and hugs the uncertain
parts of me.

We bake past 11 pm
while everyone else
sleeps, and we don't
have to worry about
what we say or any
kind of drama.

Fall arrives tomorrow
and my heart
couldn't be more ready.
No more humid rooms
where your presence
suffocated me and trapped
my lungs.

I will soon
be able to breathe again,
as she calls me
by my name,
a daughter she loves
unconditionally.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Brenda

    Mary Anne, I just love this. Just the two of you, baking, talking, healing each other. I feel this way about my daughters and treasure those moments when it's just us. Hugs to you-

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    When the world and love has knocked us senseless, what better way to be roused again than with a dark roast coffee and a bit of late night baking with a mother who loves her daughter unconditionally? A heart can always be made whole again within a home's comforting walls.
    You have a beautifully delicate way with words, MA.

    Take care.

  • 5 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    unconditional love is a beautiful thing. Feeling safe in the knowledge that no matter what, we are loved for all that we are.
    The opposite of this is an awful place, like walking a field of flowers with hidden mines.

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