Monday, July 1, 2013

Pieces of My Heart

Pieces, blocks
Zoob things.
Cars. Rubber ducks.
Cards. Pictures.
Alphabet. Numbers.
Grouped color by color
Or by height and size.
Placed in just the
Right position
And looking at them in
A sideways glance
Or staring at them
With an enthusiastic
Excited hand flap
Reveling and lingering
in his happy
Peaceful place

Until it comes
Without warning
Because of a mere
change of the direction
Of the wind
Or sound of the first drops
Of rain
Never mind the thunder
Resonating in the sky
But mind the roar
Of your heart
That distinctly says
"Here it comes.
Brace yourself."
And in a split
Second before
You even can,
They all come
flying off--
Blocks. Zoob things.
Cars. Rubber ducks.
Cards. Pictures.
Alphabet. Numbers.
Chairs.
For some, tables.
Tears. Shrieks.
Kicks. Slaps.
Pinches,
For some, punches
Glares of "Why?"
As in "Why do I have
to do this?"
"Why can't I make
you understand?"
"Why can't YOU understand?"
Unanswerable
Questions
From both sides

And the last to
fly off are the
Pieces of my heart.
Crumbling
Piece by piece
Falling down
On the colored
Rubber mats
"Pick it up.
Pick it all up."
I, as calmly
As I could
told the little boy.
Blocks. Zoob things.
Cars. Rubber ducks.
Cards. Pictures.
Alphabet. Numbers.
Chairs.
And he did
With angry
And confused
Tears in his eyes
Hands curled
up in a tight
fist
As if
Barely containing
the wave of
emotions
His little body
could hold.


"Pick it up.
Pick it all up.
All the pieces of
Your heart."
I, as fiercely
as I could,
Told this
Breaking
Mama's heart.
And I did.
My weary hands
groping for
All of it
In the vale
of tears
Piece by piece.
The words
"Because" and
"My" and "little"
and "Prince"
"I" and "love"
and "you".


He sits down
quiet.
And I say
to him
With my eyes
liquid
And throat
voiceless dry
"I have no
answers
For now,
And this--
Every piece
of my heart
This is
All I can
Offer you,
I hope this
will do..."