4.07.2013

Unremembered Acts

Rising earlier
than strictly necessary
to mediate a dispute
that’s brought hot tears,

Trying for a laugh
through sleep-gunked eyes,
amazed that it works,
aware that it won’t always.

Rubbing oil on your eyelids,
wishing to anoint
with the strength of tens
of thousands of women,

Pulling you close,
blinking back my own tears
against the inevitability
of your broken heart.

Kerry's prompt to the Real Toads (for poem seven of thirty in April!) asked us to respond to a quote from William Wordsworth. I chose this one: 
The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.