Clarissa
to watch her sleep
is
nirvana heaven profound
protruding lip
pillowy soft and
round with finger
in her mouth
old burp cloth
hanging from
clutching fingers
unwilling to
let go even at 10
years
peace, this is
beauty, love
hair not quite
black, not so brown
just hers
scrunchably soft
stiffly curly that
can do
things I cannot do
to mine
commonly in that
bun-do she updoes
most days defying
interference from
a mother’s comb
did I say how I
love the voice God gave to her?
sotto voce is not for us
it changes with
her mood ascending or
descending scales
for anger giddiness joy
or despair the
sound of confidence that it
drops her voice
does drop demanding commanding
stop! I am
speaking
to watch her sleep
is
nirvana heaven profound
to watch her live
is life
Zeneida Disla
2015
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