The Picture

She sees her older kids off to the school bus 
Then takes her little one to preschool 
She then comes home and spends the whole day in bed
Until her kids and husband return home
And they ask "mommy how was your day?"

She says "it was a good. I did this and that. I had so much accomplished today"

She then warms up quick frozen meal for the family

And the cycle continued for years

She says adderral saved her life
She couldn't function
Of all the medications she tried, this one brought sun and rain back to her life
She can now wear her make-up, look good and get out of the house
She can now dance in the rain as her bundles of joy sprout

But she has a divorce coming, soon
And, she looks at it with a positive eye
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Dunn Avatar
March 2, 2015 at 2:52 PM
Dear Njeri What a write in realism my friend, bravo it's hard to go on sometimes,and medicine can be a blessing or a curse, at least you gave it a positive spin at the end, very interesting work, cheri
Hunjeri Avatar
March 2, 2015 at 5:39 PM
Thank you Cherl. Yes medicine can be a blessing or a curse. I appreciate your comment a lot
J.T. Avatar
March 2, 2015 at 5:54 AM
sound like a typical day in the life for some. Good poem
Hunjeri Avatar
March 2, 2015 at 5:37 PM
Sadly yes. Thank you Honestly. I appreciate your comment a lot
Chakrabarty Avatar
March 2, 2015 at 4:11 AM
Adderall worked on her...story of confidence..some other thing would work for her sure in this critical one. Love Njeri
Hunjeri Avatar
March 2, 2015 at 5:36 PM
Yes adderall worked for her. Thank you Rajat. I appreciate your comment a lot.
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