A Feeble Attempt

She lifted her head. 

She felt ashamed. 

Her life is a mess, 

Her brain was scattered papers

It was a feeble attempt 

To do it all 

The house, the kids, the wrecking ball 

came when she still searched for more 

She started to ignore the ones she adored 

The realization came eventually 

 with a bright glow and carefully, 

She focused on, what was given to her, 

Her heart felt full, she started to concur. 

Yes, indeed, this is the life, she would lead 

The kids, the house, she began to see 

Her lover, he awaits, so patiently 

Nothing in life is a guarantee 

So thankful was she 

When she saw what she had 

Her life now a joy 

Nothing holding her back 

She was blooming. 

Like a flower

on an spring morning 

Singing to a new soundtrack 

She found her way back 

They Left the Diner

She saw the bones on his knuckles were like mountains

As he lie in the still, off-white room with the gold crucifix on the wall

The skin translucent and thin as the lunaria in the blue vase on the kitchen windowsill

He collected them with his granddaughter one languid summer day

When she still wore pigtails and bib overalls

Ankle deep in crab grass, with the cicadas buzzing in the trees

His steps were patient and forgiving,

He told her she was worth more to him than all of the silver dollars in his sock drawer.

His feet now rest under the blue Granny-squared afghan

That her mother worriedly straightens with pallid face

She preferred not to make this memory strong,

Remembering that time they left the diner

Ducking into the rain

He opened his coat to shield her from the damp,

How tall and strong you are,

She remembered thinking all those years ago

And so kind

She thought now as she said her last goodbye.

She Peered at Them All

She peered at them all, 

through the glass. 

the sun shines bright 

on sweet foreheads

Hands in the dirt, 

toes in too.

a shovel digging,

brains a thinking. 

On goes the water, 

out comes the hose. 

the cool droplets turn

expressions into giggles 

She wipes her hands

pours herself iced tea

a moment of peace

her heart swells times three.

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