Thursday Morning Turmoil

I arise at six to start my day
Maybe I can actually write something today
Coffee in hand I log onto to search
Sitting comfortably upon my perch
My sons alarm goes off and I hear him move
Coming downstairs with his guitar to groove
Picking and strumming and playing so loud
Wishing he would just go and jump on a cloud
I am trying to read as I had searched up a topic
But this young rock star’s making my mind myopic
I finally give up and hide in the kitchen
To start a new mission
Washing last nights dishes
With some ambition
Everyone finally leaves and I sigh
The house is now empty just the dogs and I
I sit back down  with such delight
Today I will just write and write
The dogs want out and are barking at the door
Up I get again once more
Back again for a third try
My computer crashes
I just want to cry
I reboot.. login and read once again
The dogs are now barking outside at their friends
Up again I get and think
Will my day ever begin?
All is now quiet as I write this poem
The dogs are now sleeping and I can begin
To try and start a new poem and hopefully win

Published by Susan Zutautas

A Canadian girl, born in Montreal, mother of three grown boys that lives with her husband in Ontario. Published author and poet. Loves to write flash fiction. Author of New In Town and two children's books which can be found on Amazon.

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