Wanting writing now to do,
Can’t find time, but words push through.
Busy bodies fill my home,
Family here, we fly and roam.
Happy hearts about the place,
Stories told with crazy face.
Daunting dishes fill my sink,
Garbage, overflowing stink.
Loving laughter echoes ’round,
Will be sad when silent bound.
Silly siblings take their turn,
Grief in leaving, tears do burn.
Precious parents linger on,
Day-trips, strolls and then they’re gone.
Weary worn I move ahead,
Desperate just to lay in bed.
Heartfelt hugs, I open door,
Bid farewell, then… wash my floor.
Wondrous writing will resume,
Once I go and dust my room.
peekiequeen poetry, copyright Thursday, May 22, 2014
This is a fantastic piece of writing! My favorite of yours so far, I think. So many images in so few words — the very description of poetry. I can picture it all, the elation, the sadness, the mundane and the love of family. Beautiful.
Thanks so much Melissa! That means a lot. It’s funny when we’re inspired to write by the very day to day experiences we live. So pleased you liked it. Cheers!
Awwwwww…..I want to cry! B. On 5/22/14 8:31 PM, “The Expressib