Poem by Emalisa Rose
My poem speaks of the simple joys that a woman, once troubled by addiction, now finds beauty in.
Having lived through those wild
days of fast cars, fine wines,
jetting to lands she could never
pronounce, when fun was the
boom from the bottle, Jennifer leapt
from those times of sheer decadence,
onto her new norm of morning time
chamomile, window watched willow
trees and the two dozen cats she now
tends to, that frequent her garden.
Jennifer, for whom joy is a sparrow
song and no longer using.