I throw the seeds to the birds and wonder who will come.
I stand there for hours biting the nail on my thumb.
Does this mean I am insecure and looking for love.
Or am I serching for God who I try to reach above.
I lock the doors at night and check all the latches,
I even check the boxes of all the striking matches.
Life to me is checking and re checking, it comes
from the top of the house out to the garden decking.
I check the garden shed to see if the padlocks tight.
I am always thinking someone might break in at night.
checking and re checking that's all I ever do.
Even when I go to bed, have I put the the bleach down the loo.
Has the heating been turned off and the plugs pulled out
Every night I hear it and it becomes the same old shout.
Its not me that's insercure so please don't think I am.
It's my dear beloved husband, such an insecure man.

sylvia spencer

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