in a sleep deeply

priceless, precious

moments of 

a deep breath and

a long snore

little paws paddling 

overlook(ed)

my deafness is loud

internal voice struggling

to be heard over the roar

a low rumble of wind in caves

the hammering started at 8 am and my headache began just after

strange things make me happy 

things that are strange make me happy 

happy things make for strange

strange things make for happy 

happy in the strange

with my pup a snuggl-ing

the damage is done

leotards and tights never fit right 

ankles too weak for point

so I sat in the hall reading, watching Mother dance 

piano, cello, flute, guitar were all fine

but non-prodigals require practice 

Mother preferred quiet

I would have gotten better in time:

but at figure eights and dance on skates

speed and hockey, I excelled

Mother didn’t want to take the time

to take me

I’m 55, Mother’s been gone nine years

and I still search for things that fit