In this poem I continue to imagine the embodiment of parental love. It is an extension of my previous short poem (a Haiku) called Parental Bone-Weariness.
Vanilla Love
I call you daughter,
You call me father,
What is the matter?
You want perfection!
You make us happy,
Even when messy,
Love of ours forever.
I hope to write a few more verses over the next while š
Gratitude In All Things 