The Pink Apron

The glorified napkin that gets thrown over a hook

at the end of each day, begging to be washed,

it is the young messy child who just wants

love, affection, and undivided attention.

It is the warmth of a summer day that simply

demands to be felt on your tanned skin.

It is the screeching breaks of a car that is

halting to a stop. It is climbing into the

inviting flannel sheets that long to hug you

after a hard day’s work. A post workout soreness

that will not allow you to forget your exhaustion.

It is a baby’s sweet laughter ringing through the halls.

Or it is the deteriorating spine of a well-loved novel

that pleads with you to read it just “one more time.”

The creaking of a rusty gate which pierces through

the still, summer air. It is a nap in a hammock—

hung delicately by the lake, swinging peacefully in

the soft breeze. Being pinched on the cheeks by

that aunt who maybe loves you a little too much.

Most of all, it feels like coming back home.

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About kscoughlin2013

I'm a full time college student studying English Literature and Secondary Education, a part time dreamer, and occasionally I write a decent poem or take an okay picture.
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One Response to The Pink Apron

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