Conversations
a day of grieving, 1/22/94
VI
i sit in my house
i’ve been so tired
i can’t take being alone
i’m too scared
too many things
weighing on my mind
one day
the child from next door
came over
i was working in my kitchen
he told me to look
outside my front window
i didn’t want to stop my work
he begged me to look
so i got up
walked over to
my living room
and outside
the picture window
in my front lawn
was a row of little
snowmen
“those are little children
out there
to make you
happy”
he said
and they did