Sighs
My parents sigh at the SUV’s front seats,
Their hands so close, yet hearts discreet.
My sister sighs at her paintbrush’s dry,
My brother sighs at job attempts awry.
Boys sigh at missed shots they threw.
Their dreams aloft, yet far from true.
Girls sigh at cancelled Christmas shows.
Deep in their hearts, the carol still flows.
I sigh at the blinking I-cursor on screen.
It sits stock-still, a word doc blank clean.
I sigh at my tongue-tied keyboard’s keys,
Not knowing when its notes fly free.
But I also sigh when Spring thaws Winter away,
When gray sky leaves and lush leaves stay.
I sigh when I bathe my body in a hot tub,
My skin gets moist in the water’s soft rub.
I sigh when a period rounds off the last line,
By the closure of a tale, I lift up its spine.
My sister sighs, her canvas now complete.
My brother sighs, an email’s chance to meet.
My mother sighs, a book’s chapter ends.
My father sighs, his fish hook bends.
We sigh in both relief and sorrow.
We sigh saluting this night’s morrow.