Lisa Walsh
Fourth but not Forgotten
The sun feathery shimmering off the front porch
cool and yellow breeze warms the skin painting
white memories like love babies
hand patting your back, laughter, your mother’s
sharp tongue, sisters.Sleep, morning, sleep.
Fan silently humming hovering,
above family, friends circling,
whirling point/counterpoint.
Summer burning my arms and legs.
A boy baby rests his sun drenched head
on my shoulder, dreaming.
