TIPPING POINTA Poem by Betty Hermeleeand life goes on...I believe the hostess at my hotel senses my exhaustion and holds the etiquette to a threshold she must discern that my eyelashes flutter from fatigue we complete the tea party and she offers to help me with my luggage at once, I duly note a young man who hastens down the hall steps and offers to assist I presume her son
My weary body propels itself up the steps to the second floor room number two he opens the door and he sets my luggage near the bed then proceeds to fling open the window curtains to my astonishment there is a park across the way I thank him and tip appropriately At present I am peaceful I strive to keep my eyes open to admire the view from the window trees with bountiful leaves gardens with tulips of all colors a play field with numerous children running, kicking balls, swinging, sliding squealing with joy and acting applicably in addition, many people strolling the sidewalks, babies in prams and dogs on leashes
All of this is bright yet I must not forget why I am here and that frame of mind is quite disturbing I sense a headache upon me, likely anxiety before my visit to the doctor how shall he judge me? I do hope he is gentle and kind my spirit is plenary with distress
My life is at a tipping point I await the doctor to allow some advice concerning my path forward © 2024 Betty HermeleeAuthor's Note
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23 Reviews Added on May 5, 2024 Last Updated on May 5, 2024 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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