all things being constant, <br />there will still be hope. <br /> <br />or even just you, since i <br />have changed and swerved <br />on another curve <br />without you. <br /> <br />you being constant <br />and i coming back, carrying with <br />me <br /> <br />a handful of 'i am sorry' <br />' i will be good this time' <br />'forgive me' <br /> <br />and i kneel before your feet <br />pleading. <br /> <br />with you being constant <br />as the star of this house, <br /> <br />this shattered home, <br />these broken window glasses <br />and dirtied carpets <br /> <br />and muddy floors because <br />my shoes brought them in, <br /> <br />with you being constant, <br />like mother, <br /> <br />i too, can be, myself again, <br />i, too, can say, <br /> <br />damn, i am lucky, to have <br />mother in you, <br />damn, i am lucky, <br />like daddy. <br /> <br />i am really sorry.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-things-being-constant/
