Play date

Play date

Into my tea I sigh and moan and whine
that I am fine, no really, I am fine.
I just wish that there were time
to clear away the daily grime.

Long hours, up so often, drying tears,
soothing pains and calming fears;
these endless days drag on like years.
I’m waiting till this brain-fog clears.

Your nod and sympathetic sound
shows that we have common ground
that this is just what you have found:
you too are stuck on this merry-go-round.

The centre of whirling cacophony,
we sit here in perfect symmetry.
Next time, why don’t you come to me
and I’ll do the tea and sympathy.

(c) Judith Kingston, 2013

Linking up to Prose4T over at Helen Braid’s All at Sea.

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6 thoughts on “Play date

    • judithkingston says:

      Sadly, the original brain-fog from baby nr 1 still hadn’t cleared by the time baby nr 2 arrived, so I think it might take a little while longer…

    • judithkingston says:

      I’m actually being very kind to myself. Most of my grime has been here for waaaaaaay longer than a day.

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