“My Morning Glory” by Amanda Kenney

The sun shines through the window and

quiets my mind.

Our bare feet brush throws while

you sit with me.

This is best and better yet.

 

You wrap your tiny fingers through mine,

calming my spirit.

You heal in ways and

this is all I need.

 

“Mother,” you say and tickle my sides.

“Son,” I say and tear with laughter.

This is happiness and

you are my constant.

 

Just outside our door the

flowers are blooming.

They turn toward the sun and

grow and grow.

My love for you grows and grows.

 

You are my morning glory.

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