The things that really matter

Their antagonism –
my mistakes –
their rejection –
my guilt –
their ill-will –
my anger –
have frozen my heart
into fearful defiance.

Then I see you standing in the door,
hair tousled, eyes still sleepy,
huddled into your nightgown,
clutching close your cuddly blanket,
and you drowsily say that you've
just woken up.
Warmth floods my heart,
tears rise to my eyes:

These are the things
that really matter.