I am linking ifs together
in a chain, picking them carefully from the air
when they pop up in our conversation,
bright & scentless qualifiers,
unplanted & unplanned,
like those tiny white daisies
that grow fast & low, hug close to the ground;
such small things, easy to miss
& step over, just like an if
in a sentence.
I now have enough ifs
to make a quickly wilting necklace;
again, just like daisies:
first, with my sister
& then for my daughter, to show her
how to weave those flowers together.
But those ifs, almost exhalations
more than spoken words
change meaning so powerfully.
Consider:
if I loved you enough
if I buried pride
if I could touch your face
without those ifs
they mean so much more;
& become absolute actions
without the escape hatch.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
very nice as i can see it two fold as to life and with the word. i have to say i enjoy that ending.
Thank you!
anytime. i see i made a slight error with my ID on that last post….*L* hopefully this corrects that.
All fixed–I got the comment, and thanks again 🙂
I love this Susan…we both agree the little packages, yes? And so true, but for the word if…so many things are absolute. Dreamers cannot lose ‘if’…then there is not dream. Regrets can lose if…they are a waste of our precious time.
Yes, there is a better exploration of the better side of if coming soon 🙂
& that’s all I’m sayin’
& thanks for liking it!
can’t wait for the new ‘if’. 🙂
You’re simply fabulous Girl! ~Your fan, Deb
Thank you, Deb! Glad you liked it!
again, very nice good work
Thank you Christopher.