Emmalynne Shumard
The lessons my mother taught me
are simple
and sane
My kindness
is their
invitation
In contract
is my
conversation
My attention
is an
obligation
Clothes
sewn
to advertise
My laughter
makes
a promise
A touch
marks
a sin
To blink
bats
an eyelash
A smile
twists
to knowing grin
Intention
now
subjective
Interpretation
key
To survive this game
(not win it)
I can never safely be