She picked
Cheerios up
Off of the floor
Fighting through
The pain and tears
They say you don’t
Cry over spilled milk
But this was something more.
She carried with her
The pain
The loss of a limb
But something more
The loss of a feeling
That made her safe
Until he came in
And made her feel
Whole again.
Her eyes spoke
Of the things spoken
But more deeply
Of the words she could
Not speak.
The one who had
Once claimed to love
Her
Stripped so much from
Her
But he never
Counted on her strength
And that unwavering faith.
It would have
Been easy
For her to be
Blind to the blessings
But even in pain
She saw what
She had
And forgot to
Cry over all
That was gone.
She sat on the
Floor
Tears in her
Eyes
Sometimes it sneaks
Up on you
The grief over
The little things
And the ones
That aren’t always so
Little.
Amongst all the
Broken pieces
The spilled cheerios
She saw something else
Too the gift
He had given her
The one who had
Truly loved her.
Copyright ©️ Michelle R Kidwell
February.07.2024
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
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Comments (2)
Powerful poem! Great work!
Another great poem Michelle. I never cared for Cheerios but my husband loved them. Well done Michelle.