Thursday October 13 2016  A WEEK IN A DAY

 

A WEEK IN A DAY

Kathleen Martens

October 13, 2016

www.visionsofpoetry.com

 

It seems as if I have lived

A week in just one day.

So much I have accomplished,

I wish this day would stay.

 

Up before the crack of dawn,

Photo order sent in by eight.

The early bird gets the worm,

On this order I won’t be late.

 

Off to the gym to burn some calories

And to enjoy my water massage,

As I leave Dave as busy as a bee

Blowing leaves out of the garage.

 

After my restful time on the table

I’m off to supply my larder,

Off to Aldi’s and then to Costco

Because growing a garden would be much harder.

 

And once again I’m back at home,

Unload, unpack and put away,

While organizing in my mind

All the things I would do today.

 

Dave and I are such a team

We worked together side by side,

As we prepare the food to cook,

We wonder where it will hide.

 

Our refrigerator is so full,

And now it’s crammed even more.

Every Thursday the food box comes,

And we need more places to store.

 

I peeled and cut, diced and sliced,

Snapped green beans to go in the skillet

I got out the big pots and pans

And my food actually filled it.

 

Chicken bones bubbling in the pot,

Stir-fry sizzling its delicious smells,

And I snacked while I worked,

Hoping my hunger to quell.

 

Finally the salads were all made,

Fresh greens from the garden box.

The room so quiet as I worked,

No one around but me to talk.

 

Just in case you think it not possible

On occasion I am sometimes quiet.

And during my hushed interludes

My thoughts are actually a riot!

 

After lunch I cooked some more,

Cleaned up as I made each mess.

By the time the cooking was done

My kitchen was spotless I must confess.

 

And one thing just led to another,

No end to food prep in this house.

But eventually everything was done

Without one speck of food on my blouse.

 

That’s because I have my towel

That hangs around my neck,

It covers me both front and back

To protects my clothing from specks.

 

And dinner time had come and gone

And I had nothing at all to eat.

So I ate peanut butter and crackers,

And finally got off my feet.

 

Made some calls, then answered some

So as to keep contact with our son.

We’d like to schedule a day of celebration

When together we can have fun.

 

But it is not to be

For the next two weeks are full.

And not one moment in this day

Was there even a lull.

 

Worked on the album for two hours

And then stopped to go to bed.

That’s when I remember my poem un-written

And my poem needed to be said.

 

So this is the story my saga tells,

Just the busyness of my day.

Now I’m ready to be tucked into bed

If I not too tired to find my way.

 

Yesterday seems so far away,

Tomorrow seems to come too soon.

Perhaps I should take a day off

And sleep blissfully til noon.

 

GOOD NIGHT!