Kitchen Light
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
Before sunrise—
her kitchen light already
warming the window.
9 words · 3 lines · Haiku
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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Beside the tulips, her garden gloves keep the shape of two resting hands.
The flowers arrived on time. The card used my best handwriting. We laughed through dinner,
I bring no flowers. She preferred tomatoes, new pencils,
My mother's faith was rarely loud. It lived in lunches wrapped at dawn, a name kept on the prayer list,
The whole house sleeping— she counts each quiet swallow under the moon clock.
The kettle hisses its slow complaint— ssssssss— like a secret it's been holding since last night.
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