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The day starts before
the sun rises
Getting ready for the
long day ahead
She showers still
yawning
Wishing she were
still in bed
But breakfast to
make for everyone
Getting the kids
ready for school
Her husband dashes
out
Forgetting his keys
the silly fool
And suddenly the house
is still
Not a sound to be
heard
She bathes in the
peace for a moment
Knowing soon it will
be her turn
And off to work she
goes
For a few crazy
hours a day
Before heading
home
To prepare dinner and
a table to lay
Oh she dreams
of more!
Those dreams
screaming
Wanting to be heard
all the time
But for now she will
carry on dreaming
One day she will
have her day
All will come
to pass
Until then
though it’s all
Through the looking
glass
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Posted in: Poetry
wilmar2797
September 6, 2014
Another one of your poems that I can totally relate to.
Darren Greenidge
September 7, 2014
Thank you. So glad you liked it.