Weight
At what point does one admit
That they are the things that they do
The things that no one sees
The words that nobody hears
I am the words I write
I am the songs I sing in the car
I am the curses I mumble
I am the dreams in my sleep
I am a childless father
Married to a beautiful mother
That simply lacks an infant
In a home with empty rooms
But there are flowers in my front yard
Flowers that I admire
Flowers cut and put in vases
Flowers that support the weight
Of butterflys and hummingbirds
4 comments:
I didn't publish your comment because I am an airhead! I totally spaced on the fact that there are some who read my blog that would know that. :) you got it right and I will be sending you a bag of goodies too. I hope you are doing well...I am so glad that you started to blog...it makes me feel like I am still in your life a little. :) love you!
Love this poem too!
No problem. You don't have to send me anything - you already have. I just thought it was fun to play.
Blogging is a whole new world but it has been fun staying caught up in your day to day life.
This is awesome!
Wonderful words.
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