Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris

God’s Softer Side


he kisses me when my nose is snotty,

and doesn’t mind if his face gets wet.

when he’s thirsty, he drinks my tears,

exchanges sugar for salt.

he grabs my love handles

and tickles my stomach,

reminds me that i am not fat,

but blessed.

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One response

  1. This brought a warm smile.

    April 1, 2011 at 1:15 pm

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