She Waits

...how long?

Flowers at Knife Point, around age 14, by the author, still hangs in her bedroom.

The little girl, she never quite fit in.
Her hair was short, her clothes were out of style.
Compared to other kids, she was not thin.
Her first few years, she was a sickly child.

She chose the basement as her favorite spot
where she played flute, sewed clothes and did some art.
And popular she certainly was not!
Only a few saw what was in her heart.

Now she's grown up but still thinks like a girl. 
She has few friends--they all have busy lives.
Her family and her job consumed her world.
An ounce of creativity survived.

And although you could call her elderly,
that little girl in her waits patiently.

Parade, by the author, age 11. This once decorated her mom’s pink kitchen, and then it languished in the author’s basement for many years. Now it’s in the laundry room. Try squinting with your eyes almost closed, and maybe you’ll see the parade.

Sunrise Matches My Dishes, 2020, by the author, which hangs in her kitchen.

I hope that sometime in the remaining years of my life I have some time to learn how to paint properly, resurrect the sewing machine (are there are still fabric stores around?) and take the flute out more often. In the meantime, at least a poem manages to surface once in a while. Thanks for reading!