Golden

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by Rebecca Brown

We lounge under the duvet,
my limbs in yours,
making plans for the park.

I place sliced grapes
and bear-shaped crisps
under your expectant noses.

You tell me you love me 
so much,
over and over again.

We watch each other closely,
ready to worry at the first hint
of a tear falling.
 
I tidy the scattered puzzle pieces
and wide-eyed baby dolls,
muttering unconvincingly

as if I don’t love 
every second. 
If only I could express

these golden moments,
sweet and strong as honeycomb,
are as good as it gets.

Rebecca Brown (she/her) is a disabled mother with incurable breast cancer. She started writing when the hospice gave her a gratitude journal. Once she started, she could not stop! She shares her experience growing up disabled and living with cancer.  Rebecca has had poems published in Wishbone Words and Recesses.