Raising Cain

 Heartbreak

Is everywhere like dropped dishes

She sits and sips her coffee 

Appears calm and composed 

Amid the shattered glass that today was, figuratively speaking 

She looks through her memory of today

And finds the pieces of porcelain that have pretty filagrees and bits of flowers 

To laugh if she can

She looks aside from the pieces 

To see what is not broken

Fixes her eyes on what is whole and real and doing well

She clutches those things in her hands

She has to be careful not to grasp them too tightly

In case even that

Were broken

She waters plants

She sings songs

She breathes cold air

She plans a garden

She plans a project bigger than this day

She shops for dishes

She is defiantly hopeful 

She

Hugs this child and hopes it is somehow healing to them both

He

Stares out a window quietly 

He is a mystery

Hope is present like a cat that doesn’t like attention

She is sure

Today was “not that bad”

She is sure

She has to maintain her composure

Another day will come

Soon enough.