Poem A Day - Day 4

Hold that question

Someday it will be the question;

- Is beauty enough?

Someday you'll find yourself

Looking at that porch 

Without anyone who remembers even a bit 

of what you remember

What the ringing phone meant

How smooth was the litho stone

What you sound like, crying

Someday you will find yourself without anyone 

who remembers you 

Little

Dancing in your mother's shoes

Growing through versions of yourself

Then standing by the roses

All of your life you have said it is enough

All of your life 

You have said it is all the proof you need

It is all that you need

- indivisible, inexhaustible, infinite
beauty.

But will you care

When you are orphaned

Under the brilliant blue sky

And the multiverse has swallowed

more light, more,

And the other

half of your heart