Roses

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I could write a long list

of all that I'm not

but I won't do that

I don't have the time

instead I will write a list

of all that I love, about us

 the blue sweater on the brown bear

the books of dragons and Max

the flute music

and your long blonde fringe

your feet at night

your smile when you walk through the door

weary but glad

for our warm home

sweet porridge in the morning

your muscular hands and dancing heart

I could write a long list

of all that we don't yet have

but I won't do that

I don't have the time

instead I will write a list

of all that we do have

all that we are

all that I am

listening

surrendering

growing

shifting

a mollusc in a too small shell

a frustrated caterpillar

longing for the briefness of sky

a cat on a leash

or too tight shoes

I know I am bigger than this

blessed with this exploratory space

a nasa queen

making loud noises as I suction thin air

learning about this new place

where I am not my worst enemy

and our thrones are still covered in roses.

by S.W.K

PoetrySophie Ward