Three Among Us Named Sue

Bows in the pigtails, bows on the dress swinging her arms, loving all the sass bouncing and beautiful, rounding and rue we flow into the coming days, of kissing Sue. Sue is immortal, holding her babes, loving her man, cooking her meals, wanting for the beyond, entering her days slowing and slowing until she sits more than swings. And there you find her bowed back all alone, waiting for a call, wanting everyone back home, kisses so remote, we wonder how they disappear until we find warmth with the one who calls us home.