Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Morning Storms

There should be thunderclaps
or at least looming black clouds.

Some kind of warning would be nice when
life shifts on us. Sweeps us up in a maelstrom of sadness & anger.

But for consolation, I have sweet hugs and someone
on my lap
who loves me no matter how imperfect I am,
at least until he's a teenager. :) Then,
all bets are probably off.


This was meant to be a poem, but I guess I'm done with it now. I think it's probably wrong to use an emoticon in a poem, anyway. How po-mo of me.