Christmas

Day 4 of Poetry Week

“Kindly Obscure” Bread lightly toasted, butter melting in morning sun. She steps around me, barefoot in morning glow. Kindly, she hugs. Softly, a kiss. A love so pure, as deep as coffee black. I ready for the day. Work, no play. Her work never ends, home with children run amok. Her life lived in obscurity…