Is it petty, I wonder… <br /> <br />The package of perpetual irritants <br />That I seem to continually lay down… <br />The litany of minor lamentations, <br />Unwrapped from tin foil <br />And set out on the blanket <br />Before you… again, again. <br />I wonder if it bothers you, asking <br />On occasion if it does – only <br />To lose your answer <br />Underneath the worry <br />That you might not know <br />Why my voice quivers so <br />Everytime I do. <br /> <br />So, I ask again, <br />And then… <br /> <br />Again, I worry <br />That I’m <br /> <br />Burdening you. <br /> <br />~ ~ ~ <br /> <br />Before a rock, by a river, ‘neath a tree – <br />A picnic of my burdens, <br /> <br />You, <br /> <br />Me… <br /> <br />Singing, still, <br />That same old song <br /> <br />As time… rolls… on.<br /><br />Christine Austin Cole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rock-no-hiding-place/
