-after Eamon Grennan’s Opposing Forces.
I’m yours,
they seem to say,
these tiny faces
pressed against the window,
noses smudging icy glass.
They are not my flesh
but theirs
is a tender claim
holding on to me,
a love so sharp
it takes my breath
away.
Cheryl Boyer‘s poems, short stories, and photographs have appeared or are upcoming in Kakalak, Iodine Poetry Journal, The Main Street Rag, and moonShine review. She lives in a small town in North Carolina with her husband and two children who are often subject to her pen or lens. She’s also a home-schooling mama, a sometimes foster mom, and tries to eat a bit of dark chocolate every day. You can find out more about her at www.myferriswheel.com.