dawingGolden laughter so high,

I’d rest a while -beaming in the dusty haze;

we’d see sun’s shadow and dance.

Before too long, my make up run- right into me.

My feet never felt the ground shake like this.

Ooo-wee, my hips have a mind of their own.


Evening skips along freezing time.

Nothing can compare – foggy cedar tryst

Suede Mocha, pecan pie

dark chocolate lover,

sweet butter,

Homemade banana pudding

Nanna’s Jamaican’ hands are singing.

And we not going home til- the morning comes. 😉



Published by: Visionariekind

Krissy Mosley is a story-teller. Recalling stories to build bridges of peace. A folklorist to bring sounds of joy and healing vibrations. Krissy Marie is a writer /feminist, mother advocating for change surrounding women’s rights and women's’ issues.

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