Take turns wordsmith
her lips mouth home
in cross stitch cursive
roux butter stock bone
Broth in pot melt
routine established
held and heartfelt
enfolded and lavish
Draw a bath
pick a path
wrap a laugh
in choreograph
Once busy as a bee
now turned a degree
finding some stillness in chances to flee
embracing the hurt younger version of me
Just sitting in space
And taking up grace