Fisted Pansies

“It looks ugly, but it's clean
Oh mamma, don't fuss over me”
“Cherry Wine” Written by Andrew Hozier-Byrne

He loves purple, fisted pansies
that bring out the blue in my eyes.

I’m a garden he tends,
a flower he plants, a stem he bends.

I’m a vase full of his mistakes,
vocabulary that breaks him
into glass when my splinter words
never know where skin is thin.

There’s always an after in the same as before.
He tells me he loves me even when I fail him,
and patches the walls with let’s begin again.

Oh, mama don’ t worry…Today is full of sun.
He has a fascination with bullets,
but promised he’d never own a gun. 

©Susie Clevenger 2023