Sometimes I Break Down In Tears
I love my parents and sisters dearly.
I've been the first to their defense.
And I am sure they are aware of this.
However...
It is no mystery to me,
Why I enjoy living alone.
I've been married and divorced,
With no living children of my own.
But there is something so peaceful,
Knowing I can turn a key...
Open a door.
And not hear a peep or a sound unknown.
And when I am alone in the place I call home...
Sometimes I break down in tears.
I am 'that' happy.
And God knows it.
I remember a few years ago,
One of my sisters said I should have a companion.
We are 'just' beginning to break the ice,
To begin speaking to one another again.
I thought she was trying to curse me.
It took me a few years to realize she was concerned.
And looking out for the betterment of my welfare.
Of course I apologized.
I felt so foolish.
But...
When I am alone in the place I call home...
Sometimes I break down in tears.
I am 'that' happy.
And God knows it.
God knows how blessed I feel.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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