His days were long.
Hers was too.
His was filled with
factory work, which
stuck to his face.
Hers was filled with
five children who
stuck to her legs.
Worried sighs drew
across his brow
as he sat at the dinner
table and whispered
to my mother about
bills and layoffs.
Worried eyes met
his as she held his
hands across the dinner
table and whispered
that everything would
be just fine.
Their talks were long.
But their kisses were too.
Poetic Bloomings - Prompt #38 (Hey, that's my line!)
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
A long hold
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