Home Work On Dreams and Persistence
I see her sitting center of that grey mattress
bare legs curled beneath, double checking my sheet:
a bare bulb cast a glow
on cob webs hanging down,
all around cicadas and crickets
chirp in the rustle of night life.
Sleepy and weepy I'm grateful
to be at her side again.
I cling to her words-
my lessons in dreams and persistance.
I see our lives revolving around
in a web of connections in patterns.
I see my choices and views,
their angles and reflections.
I see her faith and hope
of love to begin again.
And now I sit with my son before bed
legs curled beneath, double checking his sheet
and it is not his homework I see.
Copyright © Tara Jennings | Year Posted 2010
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