I wouldn’t be like all the others
Sitting home, depressed and
I had children at school to fill my void.
had been the center of our world.
in and out, banging the doors, talking.
Our house was filled with music and laughter.
Where are those sounds now?
is a feeling our house has never had.
is a word for two adults to learn.
Our fortress of solitude is
Not what we thought it would be.
It blinks at me
It winks at me
It sings a mournful song.
It stares at me
It steals from me
It spits out words all wrong.
It snarls at me
It beeps at me
It makes me oh, so sad.
It snorts at me
It teases me
It acts as if it’s mad.
It grins at me
It leers at me
It wears a nasty frown.
It laughs at me
It flashes at me
Then stubbornly it shuts down.
S eldom does an hour go by I don’t think of her
T alking to me about her day
A lways willing to share her special spot on the couch
S inging silly songs with her dad
H olding her hair off her neck when it’s hot
A n extension of who I am and what I want to be.