Diary Poem by Edwina Reizer

Dear diary,
'Tis the end of another day.
Still I gather up my thoughts
before they go away.
I saw a sparrow on a branch
and watched it for a while.
I remember being afraid of birds
when I was a child.
Why this was I do not know?
But I remember it clear as day.
Could it have been something forgotten
that made me feel this way?
I do not want others to know.
They might think me strange.
But they don't have to see this book.
These words are out of their range.

My day was quiet except for the phone.
It always rings too much.
It disturbs my peace unless it's those
who like to stay in touch.
One that called I do not like.
I will not mention the name.
I guess I should stop finding fault
for maybe I'm to blame.
I'll think about that while in bed
and contemplate what to do.
Maybe I'll call them tomorrow
and try changing my view.

Goodnight for now.
Be back tomorrow.
Me.