Your kiss <br /> <br />making the broken <br />eggshell of my mind <br /> <br />invisibly mend itself <br /> <br />a scrambled egg no longer <br /> <br />making the spilt milk <br />of my feelings <br /> <br />jump like an acrobat <br /> <br />back into the bottle <br /> <br />the shattered glass <br />stitch itself perfectly <br />molecule to molecule <br /> <br />until one <br />couldn’t <br />discern <br />(with the naked eye) <br /> <br />the where or when or how <br />it had all fallen apart <br /> <br />your kiss <br /> <br />stuffing the stuffing <br />back into <br />the cuddly toy <br />my torn heart <br /> <br />the little stitches <br />looking like little x’s <br /> <br />x x <br /> x x <br /> x <br /> <br />they smile <br /> <br />your kiss dressing the world <br />in your laughter.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mother-s-kiss/
