PF detail from Pierre-Auguste Renoir - Beach Scene, Guernsey (Children by the Sea in Guernsey) - 1883;

ISSN 
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Serena has an M.A. in Writing and Publishing from Emerson College. Her work has been published in The Beacon Street Review and Britannica.com. She currently works as a medical writer and some of her favorite poets include Henry Taylor, A.R. Ammons, and Carl Sandburg. Serena lives in Chicago, Illinois, with her son and husband. Ms.Hess explores the many facets of parenting in her lively and entertaining blog, “Sassy Chicago Mama.”

A Taste of Innocence | Easter Sunday

 

A Taste of Innocence

Your lips are what
make me love you.
Lips that have never tasted
salt
alcohol
a lover’s kiss.
Lips that have only drunk
milk from my breast and
that have
pressed up against my bare skin
for no meaning.
Lips that form a
small voice which holds
such large opinions.
Lips I wish I could
carry on a chain
close to my heart so
Your innocence could
always be with me.

 

Easter Sunday

A kite was always flown
on my Easter Sunday.
There may be traditional
pictures of
blonde-haired, Southern children
adorned in
pastel-colored clothes
Searching for sugared eggs that smear their
white, yolky insides upon the
scratchy grass and
hide in
knobby old oak trees.
But in my Midwestern childhood
Easter Sunday was a
race down Forest Avenue.
Large-boned adults holding hands and
one uncle
Running with a
flimsy plastic kite hoping that this year
the wind would blow.

                                               

Mary Cassatt "Mother and Child"