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Thursday, April 10, 2008

What, me worry?

Poetic Asides Blog - Poem-A-Day Challenge, Day 5 Prompt:
The Day 5 prompt is to write a poem of worry. Also known as a worry poem. Anything that causes you worry can be used to help you write this poem. For instance, are you worried about clowns? Because I know I am. Write a poem about your worry of clowns.
Worries

I lie in bed
sleep
flitting around
in the corners of the room
just out of reach

I don’t think
I can capture it
too many random thoughts
I can’t corral
can’t control
can’t quiet

is my daughter
headed home from work
yet?
did she forget to call
again?

is her car running properly?
is she driving safely?
radio blaring?
cell phone to her ear?
should I call
to check on her
would she be
mad at the intrusion?

will she remember
to lock the front door?
is the front door
locked now?
if someone tried to break in
would I hear them
with the bedroom door closed?

if I open the bedroom door
will the cat decide
to run a sprint
through the obstacle course
that is my bed?
arms and legs
sheets and blankets
flying fur
flying curses.

do I hear her car
in the drive?
will she come
to say goodnight?
will she sit on the bed
like she has done
so many times and tell me
all about her day?

is she happy?
is she scared?
excited about moving
away to school
out on her own?
will she be okay?
will she need me?

why can’t I sleep?
did I have too much
caffeine today?
will it give
me nightmares
when I
finally drift off?

is that her car
I hear in the drive?
the telephone!
my heart in my throat
her voice in my ear

on her way home
seatbelt buckled
driving safely
yes mom
see me soon

waiting
waiting
listening
waiting

is that her car
I hear in the drive?
front door
unlocking
opening
shutting
locking
her voice at the bedroom door
love you mom
goodnight

sleep
flitting around
in the corners
of my room
just out of reach
I don’t think
I can capture it
too many
random thoughts

TLS, April, 2008

1 comment:

Childlife said...

Oh, my heart is pounding at that not-distant-enough day in my future. No drivers license 'till 30! ; )

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