not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

how we break upon each other

will i always hear it in my ear?  her small voice broken:
 yes, mommy.  yes, mommy.  i'm sorry, mommy.

how we break upon each other.

she has gentled herself, surrendered.

(in truth:  lost.)

we are all losing.

 yes, mommy.  i'm sorry, mommy.

i'm sorry, too, dear.  the sorriest, sorriest, sorriest.

it goes out from me in waves.  i am only a pebble.

 yes, mommy.  i'm sorry, mommy.

i am sorry too, dear.

it is a cruel hard life.

(it doesn't have to be.)