The shimmering morning glow greets her eyes,
as she unfolds the origami kitchen blinds,
and sharpens knives to cut warm loaves
with a touch of honeysuckled butter.
Her child is hungry for the beauty of the sky,
to dance freely outside upon the blanket of winter’s covered grass,
but even her mittens get frozen in the chilled wind.
Mama keeps the kitchen stove warm for her,
knowing that warmth is love,
and afterwards, they will be bundled up enough,
to play in the snow
and watch icicles slowly melt
to crash and kiss the ground.
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