Tina Privitera-Reynolds

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Powdered Sugar Through A Sieve

Children always seem to know
Those words I cannot force.
The longing lingers on the tongue.
The silence screams me hoarse.

A bright-eyed sun comes bounding
In leaps and jumps and hops.
And sees that I am crying
And slowly starts to stop.

Vitality has left me in a heap.
My shoulders slump and heave.
My heart hums in broken flutters
A child's hand relieves.

Just why are you unhappy?
She asks me nose-to-nose.
I say, Let's go have pancakes,
Before she gets the chance to know.

Tina Privitera-Reynolds is an emerging writer, so please be patient with her. She has had poems published on SpillWords, 50-Word Stories, and Ariel Chart with more publications upcoming. As a beginner, she is happy to receive any feedback, criticism (the harsher the better), and helpful tips and tricks.