In Hindsight
Afghan, around shoulders,
crocheted winter-white.
Mama’s getting older.
Love her in hindsight.
Quiet, pretty, charming —
wise with snowflake hair.
Little sisters arming
her with loving care.
Forgives couple’s absence,*
our shamed shoulders bent.
Mama’s hearthstone immense,
with violet scent.
Grumpy, petty couple
has no right to frown.
Mama’s silver supple
knees, deserve a crown.
1/11/2018
Joseph May’s 88 syllables
*line is 6 syllables not 5 (error on howmanysyllables)
FICTION
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