Bad language spoken;

Babies crying

Overcooked biscuits

because mother insisted they be

left in for another two minutes.

Dolls being stolen

between Lexi & Mattie

Scarves for blankets being offered

to even the score;

Dishes left to clean later while I slipped into

a tub filled with hot water and crystals that

smelled of passion flowers but are labeled Green Tea;

Just another day; just another Sunday

to miss church for the tending to others;

No, please don't bake a cake! or fix a dish

for I am not in the mood to celebrate.

It's just another day, the same as the day before

for tending to others while I let myself slip away.

Today is not memorable, there is nothing remarkable,

easy, or serene about it to report to you;

Just the usual trysts and tasks that daily surround and

weave in and out of an ordinary day. My 64th birthday.

(copyright: 2009)