A strange feeling

I want to cry...

Alone, in my new house.

With the fireplace burning.

With the fancy curtains up.

With my Mother's decorating touches all around.

With my Father's handiwork standing strong.


I want to cry...

Alone, my parents just out the door.

With my husband away at work.

With so many piles of unfinished business.

With my hunger and my fatigue.

With my possibilities.


I want to cry.
But I won't.
I'll take a bath instead.