Allison Grayhurst




As wounding as

the stars reflected in

the river, yours is a beauty

too big to embrace.

You are the everlasting miracle

that walks these floors each morning

and day, marveling at every turn.

Your easel is full of yesterday’s colours.

There are songbirds under your bed, and in the closet,

are assorted hats that call to you to try on

and wear down the hall.

You are the syrup on my toast,

the first tulip of spring.

Before you, I was too afraid to dance with freedom,

crippled by a servant mood.

You are the open door where teddy bears

dream and live – a soft, unhindered love

that cures the hardness

overpowering any room.



Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst


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First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” June 2017


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