I was made to be wide-eyed all the days of my life.

Friday, November 20, 2009

A normal life

Whatever that is.
I don't pretend to know.

Don't think I haven't
tried to fold the socks

in neat pairs and stacked
the chipped blue rimmed bowls

and matching plates
inside the cupboard.

For years I have fed
the black and white dog

who barks whenever 
the doorbell rings.

I filled the calendar
with important dates,

snipped daisies
blooming in the garden

beside the house, arranged
them in a glass vase

sitting in the sunlight
on the kitchen windowsill.
Marjory Heath Wentworth

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