(Poem 164 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
I am so sorry, sweet Kura,
for being a bad steward.
I am treading water and
barely staying afloat.
Between trying to keep
people, dogs, cats, plants,
and an opossum alive,
none can really thrive,
certainly not me and,
obviously, not you.
I am guilty of neglect,
and you deserve better.
I already spoke with your
former caretaker, and she
has agreed to nurse you
back to health, I only
hope it is not too late.
@Home Studio on 6/18/24 @ 10:37pm – 164th poem of the year
rebekahjmarshall 