What Am I Missing
What am I missing?
every day I
bounce in all directions
through the door
off ceilings, walls, floors
rattling around wondering
what am I here for?
husband kissing
off to work
while I stay in
and create a din
of crazy commotion
out of my notions
I'll do this, no that-
no that needs to be done
Utterly distracted, no time for fun
starting a bit of everything
pulling loose too many strings
to tie up by end of day-
I do it daily, anyway
knowing it's madness
staving off sadness
by feeling busy
what's wrong with me?
what am I missing here?
what can't I see?
If I could just stop myself
shove “busy-ness” back on a shelf
and work on clearing
out the mess in my head...
but somehow it's easier
to tackle the laundry
or go scrub the toilet
or make up the bed
Husband asks, are you okay?
do we need to do things
in a different way?
are you happy here?
do you need to work?
after all these years, still
confused by moods and quirks
No, there's no other place
that I'd rather be-
and I'm never bored
with my books and hobbies!
but- with all that said
I just wish I could
do something worthwhile
something really good
something no one else
in the world could do-
Then he smiles and says
...like being you?
Copyright © Rhona Mcferran | Year Posted 2018
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