So I wrote this:
Getting Out
Toys scattered, mums chatting,
Happy toddlers -
busy, noisy –
Racing round the Church Hall.
Smile, talk, join in with “friends”.
Coffee please, milk no sugar,
Thank you, yes it’s a lovely day.
Yes, he’s sleeping through now,
Thank God, I get some sleep too...
Who to sit next to, whose face welcomes?
Everybody happy ...
Smile...
Can they hear a heart beating fast?
At last it’s over...
Time to go home...
To shut the door...
To be alone....
Not everyone -- especially parents with young children -- can enjoy the sheer bliss of quiet time alone. This poem shows how we sometimes don't share 'everything' with casual friends. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with Beth's comment above.
ReplyDeleteThanks For your comments Beth and Jacula...
ReplyDeleteVery nice. I remember those days from long ago with small children.
ReplyDeleteI tried church coffee hour back when I was a young divorced mom. I never fit in with the nice middle-class ladies from intact families. After a while, I tended to grab my coffee and run with kids in tow!
ReplyDeleteI love the little story this poem tells.
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