Time to Write
Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
My daily schedule wound so tight.
Dinner’s served, the dishes are done,
Not one little thing’s been left undone.
Beginning to write, I cannot wait.
Fingers lift in reverent repose,
My eyes drift down and see ten tiny
“I cannot sleep, a monster’s under my
bed! Mommy I need you, to chop off
I lift the trembling bundle with hands
all set to type.
Turn off the computer
Maybe tomorrow I’ll get to write!
Tomorrow has come and gone by the
Another day filled with snacks and
lunches and carpools
Wondering where can I write? Where
can I hide?
Then it’s time to fill that washer with Tide
The library stacked with
Calling me bribing me hooking me
Just one I tell myself now adult,
Only one I swear I won’t get hooked
Then the hungry kids and even the
dog wonder why I haven’t cooked!
I bid farewell to my one true love
That of a book and those vexing
My downfall it is to not have
discovered ’til now
I’ll be unable to write once more
Until probably next Fall!