There is a cheap smattering of snow on the ground this morning
The kind that looks pretty but makes mud
And I want to feel its magic but
Mostly I feel disappointment
The other day you hid in your laundry closet naked
And when I came in the door you poked your head around the corned and said
I don't like that look...
What look? I said
You said - you always look disappointed.
I hear it from my daughter too: mom you look so disappointed in me
And it's funny because I am the opposite of disappointed in everyone
I see their smoldering potential oozing from every pore of their bodies
It's me. See.
It's me that seems disappointing.
That face isn't for you, Love. That face was never for you.
No comments:
Post a Comment