Hesitation

Poem #1 in the series: Finding Home

Painting by Christopher Robin

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You asked me to hand you my notebook

So you could read of my nightmares

And know of my dreams

But it shattered like glass in your hand

You asked me to pick out some roses

So you could sé mi valentín

And light up my face

But I left them to bloom where they stand

You asked me to drive you to Reno

So you could take me in marriage

And keep me for life

But I swerved and crashed in the sand

You asked me to choose nuestra casa

So you could keep me in safety

And comfort for good

But I had no desire to own land

Please, you must understand

I am lost in the sand

And if I take your hand

Settle down on your land

I might forget where I came from

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In the poem, the character writes the words, “be my valentine” and “our house” in her lover’s native tongue but feels awkward and not confident enough to say them aloud.

Thanks for coming by! I’ll be posting a series called Finding Home for the next month or so, as my husband and I are in the process of relocating. Eek!