Part of the FurnitureA Poem by desertravenPart of the furniture As you sit there in your easy chair with the remote in your hand. I’m pouring out my emotions trying to make you understand. My tone raises and you become angered. I got your attention because I hit that nerve, so tattered. You yell and tell me how YOU feel turning it all around. Your focus returns to the TV As I become unwound. Everything seems to hold your attention except the words I spout. Even when it’s something you dislike, you focus on it, to tune me out. My voice begins to crack, and you don’t even flinch. All I want is your understanding A hug or maybe a kiss. Am I asking too much? For you to step into my shoes? When I have the blues? You look at me, as if I were a child As I bust my rump, trying to make you smile. You never question my love for you for you know it’s always there. You SAY the same goes for you, but your distance is too much to bear. Grabbing your beer you continue tuning me out I can’t help it as I proclaim, Am I THAT hard to figure out? I just want to feel like something more than part of the furniture.... Sandra Ferrara Gentry 2007 © 2008 desertravenFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on February 6, 2008 AuthordesertravenLongview, TXAboutMy name is Sandra Ferrara Gentry. I am a writer, artist and no longer a stay at home mom. I went back to work in the restaurant business. I'm 44, a mother of 3 daughters, Samantha 23 , Kayla 19 and Ke.. more..Writing
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