tears over spilled juice

tears over spilled juice                                    September 8, 2017
the lake of orange juice on the kitchen floor
an old bed of lava sucking my feet
oh child, child
mama loves you more
than all the orange juice God could pour
don’t cry, daughter mine
the sticky fades too quickly
how will i know where fairies grow
when my floor is always dry
and you call no more?
don’t cry, daughter mine
we will be just fine
drinking water and wild thing tea
juice is only a luxury
we can’t afford to spill
but your thirst is a necessity
worth all the juice in the world

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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