Monday, July 28, 2008

Where are you?
is not a question
I need to ask.
I know.
You are right there,
dancing like you did that time
to make me laugh so hard
I ached to breathe.
Sitting beside me as I pasted together
my life from scraps and bits,
until it resembled something I needed.
When I finished,
you swept the leftovers into one hand
and tossed them out.
There you are.
Nestled under my left breast,
beating in my heart.
Always.
You are always there.

5 comments:

karigee said...

oh! so, so lovely.

Kirsten said...

After the day with the kids pushing every button I have, I needed this little bit of peace to think about. Thanks!

anniemcq said...

kari: Thank you friend. As soon as I hit post I wondered if it was just too dopey.

liagw: I SO know about those buttons. So does my son. As my husband says, "of course he pushes your buttons. He put them there."

Debbie said...

I love it!! it just hits the spot and luckily i have a few people that fit into this poem. thanks for sharing! :)

Lady Di said...

mmm.. i love it.