while I shovel
and fold clothes and wash
bowls and chop
yellow peppers, all day with both hands
I cradle your heart
*
while I am walking
you are all around me,
you go on as far as I can see—
I have no stars to offer you,
you hold me, anyway
Your poetry has been filled with the chores of daily life. I like that these are tendernesses, even though my spell check says that’s not a word.
Ha, there are so many chores of daily life! And I think that most of my titles have words that are not really words! Xo r
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer http://www.wordwoman.com tel. 970-728-0399