Hey y’all!
Thanks for all the pings! I finally got time to check them and breathe and say hi! I’ve missed everybody! I woke up this morning with the following in my head. Thought y’all might enjoy it! I dedicate it to all my freeper friends!
Please Don’t Think I Don’t Care
Or
The World Inside My Head
When you speak to me, and I seem a million, million miles away,
Please don’t think I don’t care.
I hear you, and I will answer.
It’s just that your voice gets lost in the mad jumble of my thoughts.
The grand-baby that’s two, and the one that’s due,
And the one that almost was but didn’t make it.
What to have for supper, and did I do all that I was supposed to yesterday,
And today I have to do this and this and this and remember that.
Did I send flowers to a loved one’s service,
Or is it a residual memory of other painful losses,
And should I make fried chicken for the family, or a cake,
Or a casserole that they can freeze for later,
And all that depends on what everyone else is bringing.
My husband—he seemed a little off last evening and again this morning,
Maybe a little too tired,
And instantly I am bombarded with memories,
Weeks of sitting by his bedside at Duke Hospital,
After his accident,
And then months of therapy.
My children, some happy, some not,
And there is nothing I can do about either
Except share their sorrow and their joy,
And love them.
A plot line or a bit of dialogue to one of the stories I’m writing,
Something a character said or did that has to be captured before it slips away,
And sometimes they seem more real than the people around me.
The article—the one I haven’t started—that’s due next week,
And oh, don’t forget to answer Cousin George’s letter.
Did I feed the fish today, and have I paid that bill yet?
Do I need toilet paper or kleenex,
Or was it flour or sugar we’re out of,
And did I get gas yesterday or promise myself I’d do it today?
A friend I need to call,
And one I talked to for hours yesterday.
We shared our ups and downs and all arounds,
And that reminds me,
I need to call my sisters and touch base with them,
Need to e-mail my brothers and my mom.
And you—your voice beckons to me,
A lighthouse beacon on a stormy night.
Your voice pulls me in,
Guides me past treacherous shoals,
And I quieten down my thoughts so I can hear you.
So when you speak to me, and I seem a million, million miles away,
Please don’t think I don’t care.
I hear you, and I will answer.
gardengirl
3/18/09
Well..this sure did cause the screen to blur..God bless you and all you love((((gardengirl))))
I certainly did love reading that, GG! Good hearing from you! We know how busy you are! Some days, I feel I have that much in my head and it goes round and round...LOL! Guess it means we can still think but now always accomplish those things in our heads!!
Nice poem.
Don't let Amy sign you to a contract.
Very nice! I enjoyed that. Please bring us more!
Lovely! Thanks for sharing.