leave me some music
that’s chocolate
for the heart.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

i want to
stay curled and cosied
and chocolated....forever
in my mother’s arms.

poetry
melts my bones.
enters my blood.

and changes
its composition.

i have laughed
more than daffodils
and cried more than June.

I breathe in...the silence
of my own heart
aching with tenderness
with memories..
Of home.