Pennies On The Floor

The pennies scatter

Across the floor

Under the bed

Glass shards interspersed

Gently I stoop

And begin to pick them up

Gloves to prevent cuts

Gloves to keep from getting dirty

It is painstakingly slow

I sit on the floor

And shoo the cats away

I do not want them to get hurt

She would have left them

The glass, the dirt, the chaos

The possibility of harm

No capability to rectify

Angry tears form

I am mad at her for not caring

But she can’t help herself

She does care; she can’t do

This is not what I wished for her