Poultry Princess Poetry

I have too many lipsticks and too many shoes

about, oh…once a month or so, I’m stricken with the blues

so I sit down and I sniffle about babies that are grown

and married children that won’t ever come home

and dogs that I  loved and a cat that I tried

and I hold a washcloth to my face to sop the  tears that I’ve cried

and I BOO and I HOO and I BAWL and I KEEN

and I sob about things, dark, deep and unseen

of people I miss and people I won’t

( they know what they did. Do they care? No,  they DON’T)

and so I cry about THAT and their uncaring souls

and I feel the waves of the tears, how they rack,  how they roll

so, I drip and I snot and I snuffle and blow

and I suddenly notice…hey! where’d the tears go?

they are GONE just like that and the burden is lightened

what WAS I so sad about? so fearful? so frightened?

it’s gone, like a snowball that  melts in the rain

I feel lighter and free-er and lesser the pain

oh, thankful for tears that clean and burn

and thankful to God for lessons I’ve learned

and grateful of all the bittersweet things I may  taste

and bemused by things once important that now, seem a waste

of time and of tears and of love and of sleep

they are not worth the trouble it takes to try to keep

so, I’ve  winnowed them out and find true friends that will stick

and I’ve learned that blood really  isn’t THAT thick

and I think I’ll choose water, cool and sweet

to bathe my soul and wash my feet…

then Clint will come home and kiss me and ask “how was your day?”

and I’ll pause, smile, and think..and truthfully say

“I had a “moment” this afternoon… but now I am fine,

I’ll ask about your day as you asked about mine”

he’ll smile and say back “I had a moment, too

but let’s eat supper and watch Gunsmoke and just know I love you”

and that, dear reader, is how our day will end

this Poultry Princess and her Prince, her husband and  friend