Falling

• Helaina Shaw, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2008

Falling

Tumbling, bumbling, stumbling down,
Falling, sprawling on the ground.
Elusive and intrusive things,
Fragile as butterfly wings.
Daisy petals one by one,
Scattered in the summer sun.
Does he love me, love me not,
Is he burning, is he hot.
Can I, am I willing, able,
Lay my card upon the table.
Will it be the queen of hearts,
The place where all the hurting starts.