Beastmomma

These poems sum of how I have been feeling lately.  I noticed today that there are spots on my glasses. I realized that they were dried tears.  There was something poetic about trying to focus through tear stained frames.  On the plus side, today, I went to a wonderful conference called CHOICES.  It was a series of panels about different types of careers in law.  I met a woman I had been hearing a lot about who is also interested in health law.  She said that she would love to get lunch with me sometime; I was glad to meet a potential new friend. 

Poems: "Essential" and "Employed" by Beverly Rollwagen, from She Just Wants. © Nodin Press.

Essential

She just wants to keep her essential
sorrow. Everyone wants her to
be happy all the time, but she doesn't
want that for them. There is value in
the thread of sadness in each person.
The sobbing child on an airplane, the
unhappy woman waiting by the phone,
a man staring out the window past his
wife. A violin plays through all of them,
one long note held at the beginning and
the end.

Employed

She just wants to be employed
for eight hours a day. She is not
interested in a career; she wants a job
with a paycheck and free parking. She
does not want to carry a briefcase filled
with important papers to read after
dinner; she does not want to return
phone calls. When she gets home, she
wants to kick off her shoes and waltz
around her kitchen singing, "I am a piece
of work."