03/28/1995 Dorothy J. Carbone


My love asked me,
“What do you want to be?”
My answer took him by surprise!
“I want to be a drop of water,” I said.
It can create many ripples,
Or remain unseen.
It can be by itself,
Or one of many.
To travel down a babbling brook,
Or be content on a spiders hook.
It can go anywhere,
Or just disappear,
Only to be condensed again.
My love wondered,
How could this be?
“Didn’t I want to be with he?”
I replied,
“ Yes, you would be the cup I would fill,
Or is it the lips that would drink from the cup?”
For then I would be part of he, and not so much a part of me.