The glossy pictures
Of the perfect bathroom
Towel racks hung
With His and Hers.
Careful lift of the corner.
Turn the page
It slips from view.
A sigh, a twinge,
Someday… maybe.
With choices that were smarter
I would have a head that’s clearer
That would make my account richer
And my character kinder.
Then I’d have a body that was lovelier
And a house that was cleaner
Surely my heart would be happier
And I would grow much faster
To have everything bigger
And be a person who is better.
Ers.
All the Ers.
Elusive Ers.
Liars.
The towels.
I can’t blame embroidery.
Those satiny letters spelling out perfectly
His and Hers.
The good enough
Will have to be
The Is and the Ers.
My Ers
and His Is.
A marriage of truth.
The Ers that make me grumble and strive
Covered in the Is of Him all alive.
That is the enough
That I always have wanted.
Letting His sufficiency
Cover my insecurity.
Begging His complete
To fill my ends don’t meet.
Relieved at last I sigh
Exhale the h sound long.
The H stripped from the words
The two words of facade
Leaving loose strings
Tangles and a mess
Of all my Ers
And all His Is.
Crazy cool Angie!!
You wouldn’t have said it if it weren’t true, Livvy Lu. thanks!
That. Is. Amazing!!!
Aw, Patty. That makes me glad to know you think it is amazing.
Excellent. I loved the “Liars” in with the Ers. That was one of my favourite parts.
So good I read it twice! :-)
Tim.
Tim, that line just popped in when I was copying the draft to the post page. Thanks for giving it a couple runs throughs.
…I so enjoyed this… connected with it. I read it three times… and it left me (almost) speechless!
hmm… I wondered if anyone else would “get” it. thanks for letting me know you connected with it, Amy. three times… wow! I am humbled.
Your poem paints a very accurate picture of a marriage of truth.
Since none of us are perfect, a marriage that appears to be is only a facade. A marriage of truth needs tangles and mess.
I love this!