Walking Wounded

Friday, August 3, 2007

Within without

Tick-Tap
tick-tap
Toys...
dropped on the floor.

clickity-clack
clickity-clack
The tappet dogs
across the laminate

I lay my head upon a kitchen table
Touching the pain
wondering...
How I am able?

A child's boo boo
to be consoled
Pain within me
to be placed on hold.

My child
approaches
"I love you Momma"...
"Your the best"...

The pain
I feel
inside
to be untold.

Warmly, sincerely
I smile
within
and without.

3 comments:

Denise said...

You are so talented my friend, love you.

Steve said...

Thank you for sharing this poem. I love you...

-your hubby

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