My Mother's Kiss Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Your kiss

making the broken
eggshell of my mind

invisibly mend itself

a scrambled egg no longer

making the spilt milk
of my feelings

jump like an acrobat

back into the bottle

the shattered glass
stitch itself perfectly
molecule to molecule

until one
couldn’t
discern
(with the naked eye)

the where or when or how
it had all fallen apart

your kiss

stuffing the stuffing
back into
the cuddly toy
my torn heart

the little stitches
looking like little x’s

x x
x x
x

they smile

your kiss dressing the world
in your laughter.