My family is here with me.
All seven of us upon my canopy bed of yellow sunshine
With me in the middle between sheets of flowering pinks:
Two under my head supporting dream-filled sleeps in vivid color;
Two upon my ears whispering sweet nothings of romance novels;
Two under my hands as comforting arm rests befit royalty;
All softly now — warming and relaxing
We close our eyes together
Until pillow fights scattered us apart…
My family is here with me.
Six exist in my mind and thoughts:
Two heartbreaks once endearing —
So close yet unresponsive and now dull
Four unborn pitter patters —
Two rose petal daughters
Two green leafy sons
Patterns after my wishes come true
Until the happily ever after of laundry time — again…
Author’s note: Inanimate objects as my new family for one-third of my life.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
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