Each month, write a new collection.
The Blue Ones are NewWe were three sisters in schoollunch contained two sticks of a Kit Kat bar two bars were missed every timeMy tongue licked melted chocolate rough fingerprints sweetened by regretthe extra bars should be mineI was oldest and chocolateis not to be shared with siblingsThat was a childhood agotoday a blue M&M stares at mecradled in the crease of my lifelinenudging Jupiter’s line of wisdomMarked “M” for mothers-- I'm a day behind in these, but the last revision was an example of the last line being the summary line... If there is virtue in predictability, it is making teachers all-seeing. However, the line made a better title. And the mothers re-emerged.