(for Barbara Smith
aka Mama Lama)
You are
the soft sweet lips of llamas,
you make the daily dramas
go
'way.
You are
the tender kiss
of night-time,
when ev'rything's a
fright-time
but you.
You are
the fuzzy face
who makes me smile,
for you I'd run in place
for half
a mile.
Someday
my fur will
not be matted,
and some day
I'll
know that moment divine,
when all
the things you are
are mine.
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