dishes pile
i’m kind of waiting
for reproach

hoping that somehow
if I’m naughty enough
you’ll return to scold

and tuck me into bed,
hair swinging
and maybe

you’ll let me read
you a bedtime story
you are a story

i feel like you are my own,
though I never wished to own nobody
and become concerned

for what
this is teaching
my heart.

September ’08


2 Responses to “reproach”

  1. 1 Fitch September 5, 2008 at 12:23 pm

    Ahhh … indeed, the lessons our hearts learn can be bittersweet.

  2. 2 Bec September 5, 2008 at 1:11 pm

    Very true Fitch… thankyou for your comment. 🙂

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