Musings by The Poet Loriet
Not Enough
I was happy today,
believe it or not,
til you told me
yet again
how I'd never be
good enough.
I was excited,
got good news...
a message that my
baby girl qualifies
for disability,
more money to
keep my household going,
and you shoot my
good news in the foot
by telling me yet again
that I can't provide
for my children,
that I need to
sell my house,
that "your father and I
will sit down with you
this weekend and
have a talk about
your finances."
You give me a guilt trip
for not wanting to date
the guy with the good salary
and "no baggage" that you want
to set me up with...
won't accept the fact
that I'm already in love.
You frown at me every
time I talk about
my dreams...
In my next life,
I don't want
an overbearing
Jewish mother.
Is that
too much to ask?
Lori Beal
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