Poem - Making a Bed
I was making my bed

spreading sheets 

tucking corners

casing pillows

as I agreed

to be with you

again


with misgivings

I patted down

the soft layers 

of linen

straightened the underlay

and told you

I had no worries

just wrinkles –

womanly worries

you could not

know, or try to know.


As I lay down

and curled into

the piled pillows

and tried to sleep

I can only say

I see the future painted

in shades of the past

I can only say

I see the future.

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Next poem in the series: After the Flood