On Being Yours

A chocolate heart floating in chocolateThere are times
it seems
on this day
my heart
made of chocolate
and it should be
for the warmth
of that thought
leaves me sweet
but melting

On Being Yours

The Window Shade

Last year late on Superbowl Sundaywindow shade
the sunshine found its way to the TV
leaving a touchdown waiting for replay
after being washed from the screen
just as the football was launched.

When I pulled the window shade down
the string slipped from my grasp
and I remembered my mother dying
when her eyes would droop closed
but snap back open showing the blue

When the nurse walked in, smiling
some tubes and a syringe in her hand,
my mother would close her eyes tightly
against the oncoming, imagined pain
that really amounted to nothing

especially when added and compared
to the sometimes-causing-her-to-
scream-and-writhe-in-agony pain
that added up every day to day
leaving her with barely a breath

With afternoon sunshine filling the room
Again I pulled the string, closing the shade
then walked slowly through the doorway
facing the long walk down the hall
beginning the path to her funeral

The Window Shade