Rose Earrings

What hubris, 

What selfishness, 

To say I am unloved. 

I am covered in the tokens of affection given to me by all the people I care for. 

The sun is shining and I am beginning to accept 

That home is not home when you are unwanted. 

We’re in the early days of fall,

When there's still some summer mixed in.

I keep thinking hope is disappearing,

But then the sun shines once more.

Heat on skin,

Like magic –

Whatever of it is allowed to us.

I wear all you've given me,

Understanding what a gift

Really means.