What Are You Implying Now? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

First it was the trumpet lessons.
Then you had those slippers made.
The harp?
Was is that all about?
And the people at Victoria's Secret,
Wanted to know if your request...
To purchase from them a set of wings,
Was a practical joke.
What are you up to?

'Just because I choose to be proactive,
Doesn't mean...
I have no motivation.
Or that I do not have initiative.
And besides...
You wouldn't recognize an 'angel',
If one was living right under this roof.
Would you?

And don't look at me as if I have a halo,
Over my head.'

Trust me...
What is OVER your head,
Is the furthest thing from my mind.

'And...
What is 'that' suppose to mean?
What are you implying now?
That I have no ambitions?
That I don't know 'who' I am?
You have never been supportive.
Well...
Others will.
You'll see.'

Heaven help us.

'There you go.
Asking for requests ALREADY!
Well you can forget it.
I'm not in the mood.
I am tired of you taking me for granted.

And the rolling of the eyes,
Is not going to get me to change my mind.
Trust me.'