These blossoms you send —
children clamoring
Daddy, look at me,
Mommy, hold me.
Children. Petals.
Thousands. More.
And I know every one by name.

Truth is
I want to reach out
and touch
the face
of each child
kiss them
tuck them in at night.

Soon, wind will do
what wind always does
and they will let go
let go, let go, let go —
fly in every direction —
never, this blossom,


About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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