The World’s a Bad Dream, but my Mother’s cutting Zucchini in the Kitchen
She sets down the knife
opens her arms
narrows the world
a warm shoulder
hand stroking my back
a kiss on the scalp
she asks if it’s all better
not quite, I say
but at least you’re here with me
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Great title.
Love:
“narrows the world”
and
the story you weave.
Thank you so much! I was waffling on the title at first, but I’m grateful I landed on that one!
I agree regarding to the great title. And so wrought with meaning.
Thank you so much, Nettie!
What a tender poem – and I agree, the title is perfect.
Thank you🩷