I wait outside the door
I listen to the sobs inside
The door is locked, I cannot come in
Let me in, baby girl
Let me say it will be alright
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I wait outside the door
I listen to the sobs inside
The door is locked, I cannot come in
Let me in, baby girl
Let me say it will be alright
A red brick facade, a stately double door
Curios adorning the walls, crystal chandeliers shining down
The warm glow from the fireplace with armchairs completing the look
The open, inviting kitchen where meals are cooked with love
The cozy library in the corner with a hundred books lining the wall
The laughter of kids emanating from the playroom above
My hand caresses the furniture I set out in loving detail
I promise myself this will be my home someday
The baby is asleep
Now is her time
To take a nap
Take a shower
Cook a meal
Do the laundry
Eat hot food
Read a book
Watch a show
Call a friend
Wash my hair
The list goes on
She can’t get up
She can’t choose
And time runs out
Baby needs her mommy
She doesn’t have the strength
Yet she will go
Feed, burp, change, soothe
As the cycle starts anew
Night will bring the suppressed tears
And day will just come and go
It’s easy to miss
Those little things
Lost in our busy world
We often cannot see
The squirrel on a tree
Bright eyed, busy tailed
Foraging all around
Busy with its own existence
And I wonder in bewilderment
How are we all that different?
One step forward
Three steps back
Little feet darting about
Sheer rapture in every step
Clapped on the mouth
Then clasped in joy
Two chubby little hands
Flying about in mirthful glee
Eyes dancing, face shining
A look of awe on the face
Excited chatter streaming forth
Lisping words about the wonder beheld
Magic may not be real
But magic, we can see
For, through the lens of a three year old
Magic is naught but an automated door
It’s just the first hour
With eleven more to follow
I am staring at a blank page
I am willing the words to flow
I thought writing came easy to me
I am an author, that’s my job
Yet a simple poem eludes me
I am feeling like a big flop
It’s not ‘in’ to rhyme, I know
But it’s the best I can do
I am struggling to stay afloat
I am determined to see this through