face through the window to the
lips free from complaints,
vital information from my
Wait for my Father’s answer-
in tsunami wave or whisper.
His blessings, sitting on a worn ivory sheet on our
my 2 year old with coppery hair,
oversized sunglasses (her dad’s)
and the flowered cotton white and purple dress we threw
on because it is easier than picking a two-piece
while we eat triangle peanut butter and jelly and
of learning and hearing.