Part Time Poet

Her brain thinks of a double entendre Then it's lost in a basket of laundry It comes together on the second rinse Her muse rhymes a verb but it's the wrong tense Then comes an hour that seems to be lull In mid - sonnet a diaper gets full She thinks of roses while she smells the mess And tries to describe a lover's caress So the day goes by amidst the troubles A roast simmers while a Haiku bubbles A couplet and a rhyme get done 'fore bed As she turns her thoughts to the man she wed Life went on in one world then the other Poet extraordinare, wife and mother She saw her best work and also her worst Somehow she kept her family first For a part time poet the years flew by Now the children are gone and she knows why All those years provided the fertile ground For the full time poet's life she has found 6-28-19 Contest: Part Time Poet Sponsor:Michelle Faulkner