I know,
THAT
sound-
of your footsteps on the floor.
I swore,
never would touch the ground-
Angels forgot to sing, cause we were together...
Come fly, solo, don’t count on me..
your actions spoke to me-
I have said goodbye to you,
so many times,
that my love for you —
had become a stranger
on a subway...
I reached out to hold you,
but there was not enough,
elasticity in my bones to touch you...
I cradled,
my cheek in your chest,
in HOPES
to feel the familiar rush of the race...
Alas nothing ,
but the chirp of crickets.
I tried desperately to rationalize,
your irrational behavior-
UNTIL
you became irrelevant,
in my future
I had become demure.
The only, cure
to leave while,
I still had breath in my lungs to take in.
I am more cautious now,
I don’t let anyone in....
Every night,
I tuck in, our daughter.
My heart,
indefinitely defends-
She is a choice,
I would make over again,
Even as a fortune teller,
warns me,
Child,
you will spend many nights
alone...
In a bed,
made only by your two hands.
Day in and day out
your confidence will shake like an
earth quake
Your voice will tremble
like the high hat on cymbals
It’s merely a thimble!
Her little corn of barely,
flowered into a tiny girl.
No longer, under the thumb of Tom.
This mother,
takes her green thumb,
AND
One, two, three, four
I declare a thumb war!
She plants her garden elsewhere
for her daughter Eden.
Paradise is where our family begins!
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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