Be Who You Love
On the eve of perfection
Filed under: Poetry

tremble with anticipation

            a lover’s first kiss

tense

            at grandson’s stumble

smirk

            at a bad joke

breathe heavily, heart racing

            before the test

sob in pain

cry with joy.

           

The new day comes

tremble

tense

smirk

heart pounding

weep.

 

Now know

all is perfect.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Susan Scott Morales

8/10/08

            

susan @ 8:54 am

% Comments for 'On the eve of perfection'

  1.  
    August 11, 2008 | 12:19 pm
     

    Love it! I’m so proud :D Please don’t hesitate to call/email me when you need help.

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