Rainy Days and Mondays
(Remembering Karen Carpenter 1950 – 1983)
Thirty years, and still your cello-voice,
So sweet with yearning,
Southern Comfort laced with heartache,
They say you never sang a wrong note,
Never a mistake.
Such easeful sound, but you lived ill at ease
In your own shape.
Like all of us who cannot help
Or love ourselves,
Yet seek perfection, fear rejection,
You dissolved yourself,
And disappeared too soon.
Your perfect singing
Into this rainy Monday afternoon.