Water by Deborah S Regan I saw a doll in my head, She disappears frequently I am spilling water in the hallway, Slow rivulets   I hope my daughter doesn’t see me She is spilling milk on the table And we’re drenched in the moment Soon she’ll go to preschool   I look at my arm and wish I could go from spilling water to spilling blood But I am no good with knives And I don’t have the heart   And the house is like a sponge Absorbing my qualities, but Reflecting the good and the bad I am untied.   08/11/2008 Author's Note: This is my first poem since June! Posted on 08/11/2008 Copyright © 2025 Deborah S Regan Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/13/08 at 04:15 PM and WHAT a poem! it must take so much strength to carry this kind of power inside and still live the life of a preschool mommy. kudos. Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/29/09 at 04:27 PM Congrats on POTD! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)