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Banana Slivers

Baby and I lounge in bed

on an easy Sunday afternoon

He bounces around happily gobbling down

the banana slivers that I spoon him from the husk


With each sliver, he grants my face a kiss

He’s a loving gardener

Planting wet sticky banana-scented kisses

from which yields a harvest of happiness

Soul sustenance


Banana slivers bring him happiness

His sticky rewards leave me with a joy

that will never wash away


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