Broken life stretches like cold taffy
Before shattering onto the concrete floor
Resilient, I, picking up the pieces as though
No rain falls on my head
Never losing the warmth of the sun
Her gold tracings so vibrant that
The clouds will never obscure the smile
Of their solar counterpart
Funny how a smile can become a frown
But if you cradle it in your hands
You can warm it back to life
And keep on chasing rainbows
Broken life, edges though tenuous
Are not tattered beyond repair
Grateful, I, gladly sweeping the pieces
Into my apron to make a new
LEMON MERINGUE PIE
(7-2003)
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poetry this Well done