Bells

dangle from the hem

jingle, jangle

jingle, jangle

through clouds of dust and rose gardens

jingle, jangle

jingle, jangle

nearer I can hear her coming

closing the gap between

jingle, jangle

jingle, jangle

little toes appear in my view

she bends for a moment

the light catching her curly auburn hair a blaze

as she whispers my name, “Mommy.”

 

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