Rosie shining
With bright eyes, fresh spring leaves
With crystal dewdrops on them.
With hair dark as the moon’s shadow,
And a twitch of her nose that keeps me laughing.

Rosie smiling
With heart always full,
No matter how often it breaks.
A kiss on her cheek
From someone who loves her.
She wears it, red and ruby,
All the glitz,
And it never fades.
She has love and light, and laughter,
And it is enough,
And more.

Rosie shining
Her bright eyes shining with dewdrops
That slowly fall from her black lashes
And splash to the floor unnoticed.
But I notice them.
Her heart is broken, yet always, always full
For love is a fountain that keeps giving.
She gives, and she gets.
And she will laugh again.
So she smiles and says,
“I’ve had enough of tears.”
And I watch as she shines,
And her heart mends,
And he mended it,
But I see how carelessly he holds it,
And I wonder.

Rosie is still shining
But it is only the red on her cheek,
A new red; not the ruby kiss.
The rest of her does not shine:
Not the black hair. Its color
Goes instead around her green eyes
That are no longer bright.
Yet she smiles
And wipes away the red
And the kiss is still there
But she waits for another kiss, now.

Rosie waiting
Hoping dinner will be enough
Her words will be enough.
And I watch and say,
“Rosie, I thought you wanted more.”
And she replies, her eyes darting,
“No. This is enough for me.”
So I leave and he comes
And the shine is gone from the smile.
And there is more black and more red
And neither is in the kiss, or in her hair.

Rosie running, crying
And he says,
“That’s enough out of you.”
And more black, and more red
And the heart never mends
And she is too far away to hear
“I love you”
That I am always saying.
Or maybe she doesn’t care.

She is waiting;
For him to come home,
For the day to end,
For everything to end.
And I am waiting as well, with hope,
For when I will see

Rosie shining
With a flicker of the old fire
And standing
And telling him, “Enough.”