Rising earlierthan strictly necessaryto mediate a disputethat’s brought hot tears,
Trying for a laughthrough sleep-gunked eyes,amazed that it works,aware that it won’t always.
Rubbing oil on your eyelids,wishing to anointwith the strength of tensof thousands of women,
Pulling you close,blinking back my own tearsagainst the inevitabilityof 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.