she turns eleven
drama sits on morn’s doorstep
yet she cries so well
you’re almost convinced
you’ve met an Oscar winner
(perhaps someday… yes)
until then? she’s apes
for her newest birthday gifts
Grandma, Grandpa win
competition? no
just a constant lost battle
to be what she wants
ice cream brownie end
the day that marks her entrance
into my world
couldn’t taste better
than the likes she shares with me
my middle, my love
why do i hear bells
far-off church in my bedroom
while i try to sleep?
is it divine light
keeping me awake at night
or stress, magnified?
(i recall the bells
ringing love in Michelen–
Belgian waffle day
chocolate, Belgian beer
no words for: straight from the source
and the bell college
chiming through the square
an echo i can’t forget
haunting, pleasing me)
this isn’t Poe’s poem
oh but the bells, bells, bells, bells!!
chocolate for my soul
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