And I Will

I once knew a girl
who, when asked to recite a poem,
would talk

like this.
Waiting
for your reaction
because

SHE KNEW

she would get it.
Then I stood up there,
speaking with so much feeling,
I thought my heart would burst.
And it did.
Through my eyes and down my cheeks,
I could hardly see.
But she's in New York,
And I'm here,
hands wrinkly from washing the dishes,
because I never was the girl

who could.
But I will.


Yours Truly,
Penelope Jude