Ellen Fuchs


The sheet lay halfway
Between her feet and the floor
Pushed into that no-man's-land
By a night of sweat soaked dreams
A desire to remain asleep and dreaming
Of a reason to rise
Like the sun of a new day
Wanting to feel the warmth like others
As they open tomorrow
Like a holiday gift
That will make their heart
Sing with joy
While hers lay heavy
As a stone in a still pond.

Ellen Fuchs is a poet from Rego Park, NY. She taught elementary school for several years and now does volunteer work. Her poems have appeared in the NEW YORK TIMES:METROPOLITAN DIARY, the AUROREAN, FALLING STAR, and other small presses. Poetry has been her avocation for over thirty years.

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