The kindness you give –
deserved?
I do not.
The deeds you’ve done?
So quickly forgotten.
Yet stubbornly
you knock and knock and knock.
Hoping against hope
that my door
might just unlock;
and finally the seam
so firmly shut
is left open for you
except for the but –
What do you want with me, Lord?
Haven’t I already swallowed my sword?
Oh, my sweet child,
I want nothing more
than to sit awhile,
and above all else?
To simply see you smile.