Sunday, January 4, 2009
1/4/08_Poem by Betina Hershey
Gripping glass in hand
I struggle for composure
In front of our potted plants.
You click, click, click away, brow furrowed, engrossed
By Craig's List again.
I imagine glass shattering, splattering, dancing in broken bits
While you are trying to make a dream come true,
Trying not to let me down in the some near distant future.
Right now, as I ask you again, yes again, to look at me, I remember
To be thankful the vines and African Violets are still somewhat alive
And that you love me enough to dream.