Confess, Corn Flakes!

You know her You feel she mingles in your reason in rhythm Not with your possible pain of angina in arrhythmia She is a calm serenity prayer that knows your tear and that needs to run down on your smile lines she is a kitchen cookie baking sheet tracing paper cyan heed never a plotter, never a san Juan never a San Francisco But she is there too, with things on the verge of unsayable , she is there, too! not to announce i am possible but to possibly remind even an ounce meant! Rockefeller center and Rockford too hit hard rock bottom with your pain with all her pensive boon! the 'MOTHER'S DAY' Poetry Contest entry