When do I get it?
Tomorrow?
Next week?
Next decade?
When does it pay off
for me?
Like it did for
him, for her
When do I get the
night-lighted hallway,
socks on the kitchen floor,
invitations for him and her
Mr. and Mrs.
Sunday dinners and
being tucked into bed and
tucking in
Haven’t I given and
asked to be gotten?
When did I slip through
the cracks?
Was it when I ran?
Swam, drove away,
slamming doors?
Was it when I didn’t say I do?
Was it when I said I don’t?
I don’t remember you asking
- Comment
- Reblog
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
MAMA BIRD 
9 responses to “When? Why? How?”
Asking questions to you??????????
Amazing honey 🙂
Thank you for reading and commenting 🙂
i did and welcome
but madam i want your comments too…you must know i am a bit stubborn,waiting for your comments 🙂
Oh, OK! Will go to your blog now, please forgive me, I have limited internet. I am happy to contribute to your blog as you have so kindly to mine.
hey don’t be sorry,,i feel very bad when my friends say sorry to me….so not text time 🙂 O.K
I didn’t mean you should comment as soon as possible dear.you can comment any time…
And will you be my friend?????????????
Dear Terah, you haven’t slipped through the cracks. Night-lighted hallway… great detail. I got news today that my sister and her husband just bought such a house.
I used to ask myself the same questions, then I realised that those things other people had were things I didn’t even want. I had something they would never understand. Freedom.
Word. I had a thought the other day along these lines that I really wanted to write a poem about but never got to it. It was like the opposite of this poem.. was going to start with something like “You keep your stale sex/ your coupon book/ your schedule/ your kid-sticky counter tops and boy-smelly hallways/ You have fun with that”
So, yeah, I get it 🙂
“out with the old dreams I borrowed, the path I call from here on out will be my own” as the song goes.