They Are Frantic
They are frantic
These women who have to decorate for holidays
I am too busy painting to notice
They are getting crabby
For they have back aches and neck aches.
I bother myself in no way.
My husband is a gatherer,
he can gather his own meals.
I sit and paint, until I have my own back ache and neck ache
I take a nap, feeling no guilt
it is my vacation, and I plan to keep myself calm
Not crabby or frantic.
Suddenly I realize I am painting in a frenzy.
Maybe I am as frantic as all the others.
Hmmmmm
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