Part-Time Poet

Driving home with weekly groceries, another Thursday morn When I see the sun through clouds that seem by blades of lightning torn And suddenly my head is filled by rhymes I’ll have a go at And my frozen food’s gonna melt ‘cuz I’m a part-time poet. I’m on a fishing trip with my husband and some of our friends And just he and I row out to start the best of all weekends He drops his line, I watch the sun, shy beauty scared to show it. And I catch verses in my head ‘cuz I’m a part-time poet! Even as I am baking a cake for my daughter’s big day I dream of eighteen years past when in a hospital I lay With my little angel, then I hear the smoke alarm blow it I start fresh ‘cuz I’m a full-time mom and a part-time poet! July 7, 2019