It Seems Normal
my life was
simple it seemed normal safe
secure a child's
life without expectations
the sun was
bright sparkled on the pieces of glass scattered on the ground
where we played in
the chicken yard at my aunt's farm
we shielded our
eyes with our small hands we played
sang told
stories up early to bed the
same
my life complex it
seemed normal above my pay grade
too many
questions answers insufficient love grew in my heart
expending like a
balloon when it popped the explosion was unexpected
tore my
world apart
i always thought my
life normal and perhaps it is some of it happy
some of it sad it
started small grew larger
more complex like
the plant in the little shop of horrors
out of my
control now... it grows small again it will get so small
it will
disappear knowing i did what i could and all else won't matter
there will be no one
left to care which seems normal
June 9, 2016
1 comment:
I love how happy your childhood was, Annell, love the colored bits of glass sparkling in the sun..........wonderful to know one has done all one could.....but trust me, all of your beautiful art and poetry will live on, and you will not be forgotten.
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