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A New Chapter in My Favorite Book


We get double scoops of ice cream, just because we can

To taste it on our tongues for longer we say

To celebrate tracing paths of stars

Laying on our backs on Lookout Rock

Surrounded by fireflies

And the possibility of magic

Mother & daughter

No bedtimes now

And only double scoops


We dish the tea with our morning coffee

Trading tastes of past sorrows and new sunshine

The old rules slink out the back door

As we stretch our limbs, svelte and luxurious

In new skins that fit us better now

And order tarts before salad

Mother & daughter

Dessert before lunch

And only nuances now


We spend a whole day doing the nothings

Enshrined in shared cells and a thousand memories

Hunting through stacks of old books

And chatting with white-haired ladies selling clunky jewelry

At the thrift store down the street

We barely noticed we crossed a bridge of twenty-two years

On the way home

Mother & daughter

Twenty-two years apart

And now we’re friends

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