Sugar High
An Ode To My Mom-Mom
Church was four butterscotch candies long this Sunday
And hot too
I usually place a chocolate coin in the tithes basket for the pastor
But the chocolate coin is more like chocolate paste at this point
And adheres my pocket shut
So I lay flat doing Sunday puzzles
Starmint blazer hanging off of red velvet cloud
I’m not just floating today
I’m sugar high
I look over to see moms in her Sunday best with the yellow chest
My canary, lemon dropped and
Chocolate kissed
Yellow star
Burst-ing pipes
Her melody falls like warm caramel on sweetened ears
And I am sugar high
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