Emma

Clint & Emma Photo by Sydney Keller Photo

 

 

She is a beautiful fragrance

born on the cusp of summer

 

like a flower pressed

to release the heart of a bloom.

 

She holds the charm

of sunlight in her golden-brown hair

 

and the air sparkles around her

smile, and my son’s, delighted to be her groom.

 

Two flames, soon one,

lit since he danced in my womb,

 

with my hand rested there in prayer

for him—she, the answer born of God’s perfume.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

Photo by Sydney Keller Photo 

 

Perfect timing at What’s Going On? as today is my son’s fiancée Emma’s birthday.

Happy birthday, sweet girl!

 

This Poem Is in Disguise

 

This poem is a bowl of cereal

with mostly milk left inside.

 

This poem smells like sweaty socks.

 

This poem learned how to ride a bike,

pick up a pen, how to read a story,

make scrambled eggs.

 

This poem dented the car with aforementioned bike.

 

This poem broke the upstairs window

with an arrow.

 

This poem left marks on the wall.

 

This poem knows how to shave,

leaves clippings in the sink,

and sometimes wears a beard.

 

This poem still rests its head on my knees.

 

This poem is a bowl of cereal

with mostly milk left inside.

 

This poem sits on the table

making a ring

around my heart.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

Inspired by Sherry’s prompt at What’s Going On?  My poem is inspired by the Boomerang Metaphor form she references but does not adhere to its rules.

Day 23 of NPM