Domino

The look of surprise on your face,

When I gave you the green button,

Was not a surprise,

You had a brown coat,

But you accepted it anyway;

The way a mother would

When a child brings home a rock, or grasshopper.

When I explained to you the significance

Of that green button,

You understood me,

Better than I understand myself at times.

My parents, grand parents, and great grandparents

Would have been extremely proud.

That was why, when all came tumbling down,

I didn’t expect to see that green button

Waiting atop the pile of rubbish.

I want to be mad, but don’t know how.

Perhaps it was too soon for the button,

For everything.

Even this warm summer day,

Sun bathing my face,

with the occasional strut of a breeze,

This day on which I am so close to god,

That I can smell the sweetness,

Of Ambrosia on his breath,

Can not keep me from wondering,

What is the true meaning,

Of that green button?