Golden

I feel useless as a rock
Useless as a rock
Useless

The phrase
Reverberates
Inside my head
Sinks into my conscience
Settling into the back
Of my throat

Admittedly
We have been
Scolding him more often
Since school let out
Trying to balance
His strong personality
With the needs
Of the family
Our pack

Still
Such sentiment
Cannot go unresolved
Not even for a second

I tell him
If you are a rock
Then you
Are gold to me
Golden
Golden

©2014 Jill Baker