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Poetry | December 2013

Story

By Kim June Johnson

We were walking under maples.
That’s all.
It was enough to bloom inside my chest:
This.  Just this.
My daughters’ small hands folded in mine,
one on either side of me.
Late evening light
blurry through winter-bare branches.
We were going to see
the Christmas light-up downtown.
I had extra mittens and
a thermos of hot chocolate
in a backpack.
It happened suddenly,
that soft thud of
the self landing squarely for a moment
in the center of its own life.

2 replies on “Story”

Amanda Bannersays:
December 2, 2013 at 6:53 am

Thank you for articulating that extraordinary moment. I love this poem.

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Rennie Marie Neasesays:
December 6, 2013 at 8:20 pm

Yes… simple moments…yet so powerful and such a truth that speaks of purpose and meaning in our lives. Love!

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