Times (7-23-16)
The times you lifted me up
From the carpeted floor
Where I lay pretending to sleep
So you would carry me
Sleeping-child-weight
To my bed–
Tuck me in, safe from the storm.
The times we drove out together
Just you and I, front seat pickup,
No seat belts, just you and I
Escaping together giggling.
The time I wrapped my legs around
Your strong waist, in the blood-warm Gulf waters
I laid my head back, floating,
Secure in your anchor,
When I was your Nenita,
When I was your special girl