Frightened by the storm <br />he crawls under <br /> <br />his mother’s skirts <br />all taffeta & tulle <br /> <br />clinging to her <br />ankles <br /> <br />before falling <br />asleep <br /> <br />upon her feet. <br /> <br />She continues playing <br />her cards right <br /> <br />winning all before her <br /> <br />as the candles <br />gutter <br /> <br />and almost <br />go out. <br /> <br />She remembers her body <br />wrapped about him <br /> <br />her flesh <br />protecting his innocence <br /> <br />as now her dress <br />encloses his sleeping <br /> <br />unconsciously stroking <br />his hair <br /> <br />with her <br />left foot <br /> <br />his dreams now <br />pooled at her feet.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-taffeta-tulle-for-angie-baby/
