Thursday, October 22, 2009

to decide









as you suffered you said, 

"it's because I was so mean."
He doesn't work that way

i swabbed parched lips
the little leather tongue
dried out, waiting

remember the Coke machine?
you paused with longing
"mother's milk" ... i smiled

tough to watch you fade

but your people choose
and you decided

you made me so proud
always a girl with grit
knowing when enough is enough


3 comments:

jerry said...

I love it, and I love you.

alison said...

to decide . . . a quality you share with your mother. love this!

Julie said...

I always want more, have a question to ask about each piece of you that you share.