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“Love Is Patient, Love Is Kind”
A free verse poem
the love wrapped up in someone
has fought its way out — eager to
greet the world and shower us
with bath bombs.
how kind must a heart be
to devote its time to creating
gifts with essential oils and other
ingredients melded together to
share with hundreds?
me and my mom walk past my
neighbor’s door and we spot them
instantly.
at first, I decline — with sensitive skin,
it’s hard to try new things and not
know what the body will do
afterward.
but my mom jumps at the
opportunity to scoop up
two of the balls and grazes
her nose up against each — inhaling
their scents.
I smile at her childlike behavior
knowing an enjoyable night
will occur.
a little envious and curious, too,
I found myself back at my neighbor’s
door to collect my own bomb.
a white concoction…
