There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~Anaïs Nin

Monday, May 16, 2011


I want to make you happy, but you’re upset.  I see it in your eyes. You look away but not quickly enough. I caught a glimpse.  I’ve let you down…again.  I didn’t mean to.

I want to be the perfect wife/mother/daughter/friend and yet I don’t always know what that means. Tell me what you want and I will deliver, but if you aren’t clear, I might make a mistake.  I might misinterpret what it was I thought you wanted and give you that instead.

It’s my fault. I should know what you expect of me.   I should listen better and ask the right questions.  I should know you well enough to understand your needs and then meet them.

I don’t mean to fail you. I don’t mean to hurt you or disappoint you.  I promise to get it right next time. I will work faster, learn more, try harder.  Watch me. I can be better, stronger, smarter.  So you will be proud of me.

I want to make you happy…


  1. For once I didn't feel like you were writing *my* words, I feel like you were writing my husbands.

    I needed to read this tonite. Thank you friend.

    Also, you know it's US, not you. We are damn near impossible to keep happy, no matter how perfect YOU are.


  2. You writing perfectly expresses this particular feeling. The urgency of it, very well written. I have never felt this way myself (hmm, perhaps that is bad and selfish right there.:) but I recognize the truth of the words for those who do struggle with this feeling.

    You did a great job with this Deborah!

  3. Annabelle Thank you!
    Colleen, while not actually a poem, its my feeble attempt at a little poetry/prose :) thanks for the feedback! And as to you never feeling this way...whats the secret!!! :)

  4. Selfishness. That's the secret.:)

  5. haha... maybe I should give that a try! :) Have a great day Colleen!