Whispers of Love
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He placed a strong arm
Around my small form
Carrying me to the darkness
The dreaded, musty
Cellar, where canning jars
Lined the clammy shelves
And I felt the caress
Of spider webs falling
Near my naked face
I was always a little reluctant
When riding his waist
Into the damp, cool room
Where a dirt floor
Left me fearful, loathe
To entering the feared place
Alone, but I was with him
My gentle defender
He would never let that spider
Get me – would he?
There were moments
When I felt the worry
Radiate on my skin
Dank as the vault where
We found the delicious
Grape juice I would carry
Back home with me
From Granny’s storehouse
Of yummy treats
The leftovers from a garden
That had dried up
And turned back to dirt
And Pa was just kind enough
To remember how much I loved
That sweet nectar flavored
With dark purple grapes
I don’t remember when it started
And I don’t remember how long it went on
I only remember the mouthwatering
Sweetness meeting my tongue
Flavoring these moments
With whispers of love
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2022
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