Friday, February 10, 2012

My parents have been
around me
for the past few days
walking on eggshells
handling me with kid gloves
and all the other cliches I can think of
it's as if I am a tiny bird
they are afraid of crushing
or glass they are afraid of breaking
'How tired are you on a scale of one to ten?'
'Have a good day okay?'
'Be happy.'
Maybe it's working though
because I feel
within myself
and really
that's all I want