excuses
I want to stomp
and complain
and let the three year old me
run rampant over the keyboard.
I want to type
and tell stories
and leave comments
and make phone calls.
I want to be a great mommy
and play games all day
with the people
who won’t be little much longer.
I want to clean my house
completely
and organize it
so everything has
an away.
Or better yet
get someone else to do it for me
while I am unconscious
so that I won’t
feel guilty
for all of the things
I have let slide.
But,
I
am
so
tired –
to the bone
in the marrow
replicating
spreading
through the bloodstream
to every pore
every hair
every breath.
and complain
and let the three year old me
run rampant over the keyboard.
I want to type
and tell stories
and leave comments
and make phone calls.
I want to be a great mommy
and play games all day
with the people
who won’t be little much longer.
I want to clean my house
completely
and organize it
so everything has
an away.
Or better yet
get someone else to do it for me
while I am unconscious
so that I won’t
feel guilty
for all of the things
I have let slide.
But,
I
am
so
tired –
to the bone
in the marrow
replicating
spreading
through the bloodstream
to every pore
every hair
every breath.
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1 Comments:
I love this! I want, I want, I want, too, especially the better yet. That's my favorite.
By Unknown, at 8:10 PM
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