Poetry

Confusion always reigns

in this household.

Why was that chore not done?

Who’s turn is it to do the dishes?

Am I the only one dong the errands?

Now with the political chaos

things are even more befuddled.

Sigh.

I have a roof over my head.

I have food to eat.

There is vehicle I can drive.

I have clothes to wear.

I have chances to wash things.

Including myself.

I have friends who care about me.

My world is small

but there are many large things in it.

Why is it that someone thinks they can do whatever they want?

What gives them that right?

I live here!

I don’t think you do.

Get out of my spot or revenge will be taken!

Or the throw back line will be used…

“You won’t like me when I’m angry!”

At the screen

my buttocks hurt.

The pillow slips

and I have to get up to readjust.

The arms of the chair

are so worn

the wood

peeks through the fabric covering.

At least the back still holds

and has not fallen off.

Yet.

The two I know.

Two more have shown up.

Beautiful colouring.

In the end

my two must stay inside

so I do not have any scratched faces.

Trust has been broken.

Do you believe them now?

Is it possible to still trust them?

Somedays it is hard to say.

So one day at a time

As they say.

It was yesterday

but not yesterday.

the day before yesterday

or the day before that.

Some yesterday

anyways.

Where does it all belong?

Should I clean out this closet?

Can I shove one more into that drawer?

How do all these things accumulate?

If this is a disposable society

why am I ending up with all the things?

Looking at videos.

Dropping off the youngest at school.

Seeing her now.

Looking at the eldest.

As he enters his first post secondary class.

Watching the grown man.

Wondering as the middle child is leaving home.

Waiting for a phone call

To tell me everything is alright.

You try so hard to stay calm.

Buttons are pushed.

Some so hard you have no time to react.

All you can do is watch the aftermath.

Pray that emotions run out and apologies will be accepted.

Consistency and therapies only go so far.

Sometimes you just have to ride it out.