By Kristene Brown

 

An eyelash

Blink of time

Christening crib

Encased

Lift and drift

Into the crook

Of your

Rosebud neck

Sweet smell

Milk of thistle

And silk

Soft scrub-nurse

Gown,

Egg-bobble

Make moon

Crescent in

Your palm

Calm wobble

Of rock and sway

That warm

Place

Head to heart

Song-sing of

Lullaby lyrics

In dreams

I hold this

Nursery room

As life

Burst and blooms

Against the

Bluest of skies

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Kristene Brown is a writing student at the University of Missouri Kansas City. She has been previously published in The Unrorean and Amphibi.us. She is also a psychiatric social worker for the state of Kansas.

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Saturday, October 22nd, 2011 12:17 am
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