Short poems about life

Crazy day

Had a deadline at office, did not want to be

late

Grabbed a cup of coffee and dropped the

plate

of toast and burnt my hand on the

pot

of scalding porridge which was piping

hot

Prepared with love by the kids in the

house

As I was gulping it down, I saw a white

mouse

scurrying around the kitchen between the

fridge

and the chairs and table with the cat on the

ridge

about to pounce and grab the

tail

of the mouse – when there was a sudden

wail

of the baby who had fallen out of the

cot

Frantically trying to placate all around

me

I took a deep breath and counted till

three

Then composed myself with the thought that

I

would leave all this drama behind and

try

to better the day with the thought of

money

Created by the work and could be done….. how

funny

that I should get into such a crazy

state

of stress and humour and I still arrived

late……….

Barbara Louise Gillman

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