A transluscent, milky bead on the corner of a new baby's mouth
Queen Anne's Lace carried by a waif- like child
An eyelet apron dusted with flour
soft lips pressed to the nape of a slender neck
thoughts of you as an invisible breeze kisses my face
your lovliness of spirit
is held so tenderly
recognizing full fragility
p. malafronte (2010)
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