Today is Libra’s birthday. She was such a big part of the family.
She’s been gone 30 years…still miss her so.
Of course, she was NOT allowed on the bed!
That big glob of molecules stands out there and barks.
Runs while in constant motion, has herself a lark.
She, who is not solid, stands there big as life.
That whirling mass of molecules fills my world with strife.
And as she runs, I wonder, as electrons spin and whirl,
“Suppose she loses part of her,
Will she in opposite directions hurl?
And will she keep her poise?
How can something, who is not really there,
Make so darned much noise?”