My Mother's Kiss

Your kiss making the broken eggshell of my mind invisibly mend itself a scrambled egg no longer making the spilt milk of my feelings jump like an acrobat back into the bottle the shattered glass stitch itself perfectly molecule to molecule until one couldn’t discern (with the naked eye) the where or when or how it had all fallen apart your kiss stuffing the stuffing back into the cuddly toy my torn heart the little stitches looking like little x’s x x x x x they smile your kiss dressing the world in your laughter.