Poem 4/9/20

You are close to mind
as near as quilts are cozy
as nutmeg smells.

You are warm in memory
as joyful as a ginger snap crunching
in the toothy smile, of
me, long ago.

You would love my child
like a mother, but more treats;
like it was what you were made to do.

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