Tempus Fugit

another day is almost done scented bubbles - an anticipation warm water calls her by her name: a relaxing "mom time" accommodation with exhalation, hands gently grasping a book binding worn to smooth eyes lusting for a deep escape each written word meant to soothe her heart covertly coveting, for a short time, an empty abode her favorite novel only just begun short self-care arrangement is bestowed time ticks its fast advancement bathwater wrinkles, besetting children caterwauling with woes of needs each knock - a sound on nerves - upsetting husband now calling through the door she's pleading for a moments peace: "One more page," she responds to all hoping for the complaints to cease