Musings by The Poet Loriet
Emancipation Proclamation
My two kids are gone,
spending the week
at their dad's house,
which means
I'm a free woman!
I eat pearl tapioca
right out of the carton
while I lie in bed
wearing nothing except
leopard-print panties,
drinking chilled Liefbraumilch,
and giggling on the phone
with an old friend.
I blare The Goo-Goo Dolls
on my boom box,
and dance
in front of the mirror,
making silly faces
at myself.
I've got big plans
to paint, write poetry,
see movies, read books...
The music c.d. ends,
and I contemplate
what to do first
when I realize
how unbearably quiet
my house is.
I find myself listening
for little voices,
and not hearing any,
I suddenly feel lonely,
and tears start to flow.
I long for muddy feet
and laundry on the stairs,
toys on the kitchen table,
someone to sneak
my junk food.
I should be celebrating
in a bubble bath,
painting my nails,
taking more naps,
but in a sudden
wise moment,
I know...
what really matters.
Lori Beal
spending the week
at their dad's house,
which means
I'm a free woman!
I eat pearl tapioca
right out of the carton
while I lie in bed
wearing nothing except
leopard-print panties,
drinking chilled Liefbraumilch,
and giggling on the phone
with an old friend.
I blare The Goo-Goo Dolls
on my boom box,
and dance
in front of the mirror,
making silly faces
at myself.
I've got big plans
to paint, write poetry,
see movies, read books...
The music c.d. ends,
and I contemplate
what to do first
when I realize
how unbearably quiet
my house is.
I find myself listening
for little voices,
and not hearing any,
I suddenly feel lonely,
and tears start to flow.
I long for muddy feet
and laundry on the stairs,
toys on the kitchen table,
someone to sneak
my junk food.
I should be celebrating
in a bubble bath,
painting my nails,
taking more naps,
but in a sudden
wise moment,
I know...
what really matters.
Lori Beal
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Emancipation Proclamation
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