Things that were and now are not (my husband wrote this for me for RWP)

Bleeding … relentlessy

Those days are gone…

Squandered by relentless competition … and some love

Remembering an uneasy feeling when I started

How would they look at my poor attempt

And yet



I used to go to bed at night, content that things were right

I still do … when I write



Blues, yellows, greens, all those colors, I was so proud of

them

They were mine

And they still are



Still, somehow, contented by it all

I rest inside this lonely hall

Of poems that I could not write

Of poems that I might



And finally, after all of that

I still sit here with Back the cat

He’s shiny and healthy

Just like me

As I sit here smiling



Let this be my final thought of things that were and

now are not