An old man of fifty
a friend of family
brings his tools
electric drill
manual deal
Drills holes
in my wall
a tiresome
job in fourty
degree room
boiling hot
no complaints.
His wife sleeps
soundly on
sofa, feeling breeze
from fourteenth
floor. Ocassionally
she smiles at him
he, wipes away
sweat, looks back
smiles.
Me, watching
them helping
decorate my room
shelves up up up
emotions
up up up
for the couple
who knew me
since i were a
tiny babe
in arms of parents
now a woman
twenty three
in arms of
world evolving
around, they
still around me
caring for me
my family
our well being.
A man
fifty years of
age, a woman
fifty years of
age, love
pouring out
from each
smile they
leave in
my room.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
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