Don't Ask

Don’t ask me why

I don’t just give up

sell off all that junk

I’ve collected

Over a lifetime

trying to make up

for loss, scarcity

never having enough

Not enough elephants (fifty-one)

or books (too many to count)

not enough blue dishes or

colored markers or facebook friends

Not enough hugs,

never enough hugs

to fill that loss,

that mother loss

Never enough to prove

it was not my fault

not my fault

never my fault