BLINDS
BLINDS
The curtains that my mom made
out of warn bed sheetsÂ
stitched together
in her spare time
waiting for us kids to grow
and my dad to come home
and love her again
have been all but tattered to pieces.
You can’t blame the wind really
any more than you can blame the sun, time,
or her own intentions
behind trying to keep her mind occupied
and the neighbors from seeing inside.