WingSpan Poetry Project


Dear Songs

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Late last night your melodies
and loudness banged continuously
against my ear drums. The high
volume ever so soothing!
The mustard-colored thin blanket
was pulled up around my shoulders
my feet tucked in around the edges.
As I listened to you with my eyes closed,
I was safe … like the love I daydreamed
about receiving from my mother.
The difference being the love
from your songs is real, and the desired
love that I craved from my mother
is only imagined …


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