I see perfection glancing past me
gentle knowing eyes placed too close together
a ghost of a smile silhouetted against uneven teeth
a dreamy air of elegance practiced,
chiselled by the dreams of many
she was perfection in its truest form.
Skilled hands meant for so much more,
greeting guests with chai and coffee
she worked her way through the gossiping crowd,
a nod here
a congratulatory whisper there
she played the gracious wife
born to play much more.
Carrying more than just refreshments for ‘her’ guests
her cracked dreams lay cradled within her
scratching, prodding, cutting her inside
she refused to set them down for anyone.
for now she would play the perfect wife
her glittering jewels no more than borrowed costume
but someday she’d play the queen reigning
dented armour, flawless courage.
her dreams would live to be whole
decorated, framed, glistening
from their shelves as awards
no more serving refreshments in someone else’s home.