Wise Old Owl
And sometimes you have to find out,
Who only loves you
when the chips are down.
Or who only loves you
when your light is shining—
they’re called conditions.
She said to me
as she filled my cup
in the kitchen.
“But how do I know who to trust?”
I asked,
Well, you have to live and find out
of course,
She replied and laughed.
The answers, they seemed so simple,
as I awoke from my dream,
There had been no one giving advice after all,
because all along—
That wise woman has been me.
©2022 Rebecca Hartz All rights reserved.
Rebecca has been writing poetry ever since she could hold a pen. She has been published both in print and online for her works in poetry. Rebecca also enjoys readings and has hosted a handful of local art events herself throughout Chester County, PA where she resides with her son Bryce and partner Will. In 2020 she graduated with a BA in English and a minor in Deaf Studies from West Chester University. She currently works in data entry at a transportation company and is always working on new writing projects! Currently, she is constructing a new WordPress blog and leading a writing therapy group entitled “Lost Letters”. She is honored to be a part of the Cajun Mutt Press team of writers!