Asleep at My Feet

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Grapple with impermanence the Way I do, when looking at your face?</p><p id="5314">I see the end in wrinkles that won’t iron out, In cheeks hollowed out by time. The past grabs me from the TV-screen Where the kids live trapped in toddlerhood — Their lives in two dimensions.</p><p id="8e86">Then was a time I smiled a lot, Kissed my babies and hugged them tight. I suppose I still do with a pinch of Desperation for the life that Seems to evaporate like air Out of birthday balloons.</p><p id="3890">But for now, I’ll remember yesterday, Dream about tomorrow, and leave the Present asleep at my feet.</p><div id="f0c2" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-scene-99dc9e0f7c8a"> <div> <div> <h2

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A Poem

Today, there’s nothing to be done. I will not be intimidated by the sink Full of dishes staring me down. Today, I will sit alone, the Cat asleep at my feet as if Death didn’t matter.

Does he think of mortality? Grapple with impermanence the Way I do, when looking at your face?

I see the end in wrinkles that won’t iron out, In cheeks hollowed out by time. The past grabs me from the TV-screen Where the kids live trapped in toddlerhood — Their lives in two dimensions.

Then was a time I smiled a lot, Kissed my babies and hugged them tight. I suppose I still do with a pinch of Desperation for the life that Seems to evaporate like air Out of birthday balloons.

But for now, I’ll remember yesterday, Dream about tomorrow, and leave the Present asleep at my feet.

If you enjoy reading stories like these and want to support me as a writer, consider signing up to become a Medium member. It’s $5 a month, giving you unlimited access to stories on Medium. If you sign up using my link, I’ll earn a small commission.