This is somewhat of a provocative poem, given that I'm in the 6th month and I am supposed to be pure and maternal, but I just can't get into that frame of mind.
Oh, my dear old friend, I miss you so…
It’s been so long and I saw you today
In the back corner of the cabinet, your black capped neck.
“Hello?”
Oh, my old friend,
I miss sitting at the counter, laughing,
Having you stare back at me vacantly,
Open-mouthed, waiting.
How much fun we have in the sun.
I love to pull the garden apart with you faithfully at my side.
You, urging me on to frolic and dance under the brim of my hat.
Legs kicked up, body full of dirt, and mouth full of laughter.
All because of you my friend.
I’m supposed to give you up and I have for now,
But I want you back to hold between my hands.
Can we start a new love affair?
You and me vodka against the world.