Mama's Room

by Sheina Medwed


Mama, if I could give you anything,

I would give you softness.

A room of silken fabrics

filled with lamb's wool

and pussy willows,

hummingbird feathers to stroke

and kittens

to rub their angora backs against you.


Through the windows would spill

the wine-steeped rays

of dawn and twilight,

and the air would sing golden

with harpsichord and flute.


Honeysuckle, lilac and rose

would be the doorframe's latticework.


Everyone who entered

would speak in a whisper.


And every word would be a word of love.



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