The daughter was 44, head down and
frowning
Mother, who goes unaged, unchanged,
continues to speak
About her.
Nothing new, this habit gone unchecked
Nothing new, always upsetting
Both hearts broken.
Procrastination
The art of the stall
Please read this
Please read this now.
The suffering
In the waiting
And the ending
No art at all.
I want to do it all
I do nothing
I fear I’ll do it wrong
Nothing comes again.
What if it’s not perfect
What if I succeed..and they want
more
Overwhelmed then swamped with fears
and questions
I lift no finger.
But my family comes first
I have no time
The art- martyr
out, life in
Prioritize, organize, one day
at a time.
