A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Give me a happy nun.
Any day give me a mother.
Any day give me a smiling face.
And I'll show you a lover.
Say all you want of painted cheeks,
low-cut eyes, and fishnet laces.
Often I taste day's defeat;
I need stone-warmed still embraces.
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