Modern-Day Emily Dickinson penning the “Hope” Poem at Different Stages in Her Life, Part 3

As a Mother of Two

“Escape” is the thing in the wine glass –

 

“Escape” is the thing in the wine glass –

That perches on the counter –

And beckons me without words –

And never stops – at all –

And beckons me without words –

And never stops – at all –

 

And sweetest – in the Chaos – is sipped –

And careless must be the kids –

That could hapless knock the glass

That kept Mama so relaxed –

 

I’ve drunk it from sippy cups –

And even in the morning –

Yet – never – in Full Whine

It asked a snack – of me.

 

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