Just now
I got up from my desk chair
To wander into her room
To write a poem
A sonnet
A love song
About her sleeping
Quietly
Rhythmically
Hair matted to her head with the heat
Something that would help explain
The catch in my breath
My exploding heart
Something more than a photo this time
I stood
I watched
I smiled
I wrote a few words
And I left
Crumpled paper
Returned to my chair
Words dangling
To balance my chequebook
Sometimes it's just best to know your strengths
To wander into her room
To write a poem
A sonnet
A love song
About her sleeping
Quietly
Rhythmically
Hair matted to her head with the heat
Something that would help explain
The catch in my breath
My exploding heart
Something more than a photo this time
I stood
I watched
I smiled
I wrote a few words
And I left
Crumpled paper
Returned to my chair
Words dangling
To balance my chequebook
Sometimes it's just best to know your strengths
posted by ccap at 12:17 PM
8 Comments:
I love it!!! :-)
Yeah I woulda rather crumpled the chequebook. :-)
Nice job.
"words dangling" - nicely done
Try again after drinking a sangria. ; )
Or else put this one to music.
love it... you have more poetic ability in your finger than I do in my WHOLE body! Beautiful Cynthia! :)
I'm with Heather!
Very sweet! I recognize those feelings.
Very sweet. It makes me miss the little baby that Mia has left behind.
(sniff)
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