L C Vieira Poems

Ask the child
Ask the rabbi
Ask the Christian
Ask God.
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I know you'll think me crazy, but I've seen the strangest thing,
it happened while my baby slept beneath a bush one spring.
It's something that passed by my eye, and made me gasp in awe.
It's something that I know is true - because I truly saw.
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Mama is a crazy girl,
my children sometimes sing;
when Mama dances on the table
snakes hanging from her head.
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I can't see you.
I feel you -
your intensity -
a splash of cool mist
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Raindrops dance along the roof;
it's my favourite time
in cottage country,
lying cuddled with my kids,
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There is no moment like this one with you,
no bed as welcoming,
no morning to greet me as you do.
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It's six and you're asleep,
tired after a day of zipping through the jungle.

I kiss your back and taste the cool air against your freckled skin,
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You are the moist tip of my tongue;
the silent pause in the air
I take in - and the one that breaks out.
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One brief moment of insanity
made her dropp her pants, and dare
to run naked down the halls,
a T-shirt tied around her head,
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Are you a curse that plagues me well,
sore on my soul for all to tell?
Or are you a gift to lengthen my day,
to twist my path beyond my way -
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