anne
you
slept with
my son's mom
fed and comforted
his cries while she snored her once and
future chaos—though your partner passion decayed, still
you persisted his birthdays, graduations, marriage, and birth of our granddaughter's smile
whose bright eyes follow your voice—the spell of time and touch
usurps your old lover's birth pangs
your consistency
supplants loud
flash bangs
of
pomp