At night, when I'm at my quietest
I can feel the cracks in my heart.
Every crack has a name and in my silence
I take role call.
There's a crack for every loved one I've lost..
My Mother, my Father, my nephew.. my Grandparents.
There are cracks for every heartbreak I've suffered but
I don't linger too long on those.
Every day, more cracks appear.
For the pregnant friend who just lost her job
for the struggling friend who lost her father.
Tonight, I'll count the crack left
by the kitten I saw on the side of the road.
PS.. so my friends don't despair.. kitty cat hugs, daffodils and baking go along way towards mending the cracks in my heart.