There's a large ball
of mistletoe in a tree.
It's time to cut off the limb
and burn it
before the rest of the tree
is infected.
I'm sorry I said something thoughtless
to make you cry
and lock yourself in the bathroom.
I won't disrespect you anymore.
I'll never say that awful word again.
But there's no guarantee
that either you or I
will be saints in the future
and avoid doing or saying things
that cause pain.
All I can do
is promise you
that I'll do the very best I can
and try harder to think before I speak
when I'm less than happy
with you or myself or someone else.
There's a large ball
of mistletoe in a tree.
I'll cut off the limb
and take it far away from the tree
before I set the limb on fire
so the tree of our love
won't burn to the ground.
copyright 2006
Terry
McCarty |