Sweetest Sound
I'm very young, mother reads
her voice leads my imagination
romantic, fantastic
sweet, like cake
I'm twenty-eight,
hold my son and read
familiar poems, tales
from an orange book
echoes
Copyright © Ann Copland | Year Posted 2014
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