You delight the nose with evocative
Promise of stringy cheese, pepperoni
And tomato sauce warm. Each piece
Contested over, grabbed, hungered over
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
You took it all
Without any gain.
Emily, your words breathe fire.
From simple words to grand designs-
Heaven drops, sweet nectar.
I propose a promise
I never had a mother
Who read “Hello Moon”
Fifty-seven times before
Tossing it behind the refrigerator
My mother keeps a poem
That I wrote when I was
More than a child, but
Not yet a Woman.