That we would be an old house restored
with fresh paint and newly hung curtains.
That the roof would be replaced and the
cracks in the wall would be re-plastered
so we would no longer be susceptible to
the bitter winds that blew from the south.
That we would work hard to maintain this
house so it would no longer be a burden
for our weary hands to constantly repair.
And these were the promises you spoke
when we no longer knew how to believe.
We sat amongst the ruins and wrapped
our hands around cups of tea instead of
each other and grasped for a promise
we knew would never be more than
~ ©️ Kathy Parker // Makeshift Words ~
Day Ten #poemadayfeb: Promise