Mom, Interrupted
Mom, Interrupted
When I sit down to write a song
Or read a book you come along,
And ask for just a little help
With numbers, letters or the like
And being kind, and some say wise
For a person of my years and size
I set down my hopes and dreams
And tend to yours -
For you are just a little tyke
While my creations come and go
(You are the best of them you know)
Like children running to and fro
I chase down words and thoughts that stray.
But just as things begin to click
There you are, feeling sick
And need to gently lie
Upon my lap and gently cry.
And so I stay-
Until you wander on your way.
Then somehow it’s half past noon!
Dinner plans are needed soon
So while my words pull at my sleeve
The half-writ page I have to leave.
I quickly clear the breakfast mess
Sort the dishes and the rest:
Prep some chicken to sauté,
Pre-cut carrots save the day –
Return with ease,
Fingers back down on the keys
What was that thought, so pure of heart
That took me to a world apart?
I close my eyes to think it through
Instead, see all I have to do
Search my mind
Try to ignore -
A package coming to the door
I hear the school bus on our street
A backpack dragging at his feet
Your brother tells me of his day
Filled with laughter and defeat
And tragic middle school deceit
The dog brings her shredded toy
Pushes it against my knees
Snacks and dinner
A lost shoe
Science homework
Glitter glue
By now I’ve quite forgotten
My essayist’s endeavor
By this hour
I’m too tired
To remember why
I was inspired.
Copyright © Brenda Kahn | Year Posted 2017
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