Paperweight Poetry

in my dreams i sing wild animals to sleep  -anna sluder

There are always blank spaces in between the lines on a page There are always blank spaces on the TIP line for a single mom waitress's wage  There are always blank spaces before   cars idle on after the sirens have passed  And there are always blank spaces when you conjure up your loved one's face when the memory can't last  But there are always blank spaces to be filled in those last few meters before the finish line And blank spaces in picture frames to be fitted with a family to call mine  And God bless for the blank space after the storm for the resplendent sun  And thank life for the blank spaces before the last note of a grand symphony is sung.  -anna sluder