Saturday, February 2, 2019

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