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He holds my hand in his
Gently kneading
The gaze beseeching
A slow smile spreading
Melting my determined heart
Cleansing me of resolve
Relenting, I open the box
Lighting up his eyes like twin-stars
With creased brows, he pauses
The cherry red, he decides
Savoring its sweetness, he lisps
“Momma you are the best”

Shail Mohan (April 2011)

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Prompt words: knead, melt, cleanse