‘Twas the night before something
‘Twas the night before something, and all through the house,
Everyone was sleeping, but me and the hamster mouse.
I was fussing and fretful, worrying I’d again be forgetful.
The kids were all snug, and sweet in their beds,
With not a single bad thought, or worry in their heads.
But I could not help it, my mind was awhirl.
I’ve always been like this, since I was a girl.
The cookies were not baked, and the house was a mess.
What if someone came over, and thought less of me of me less.
I’d written no cards, and packages weren’t sent.
The bills were not paid, and it was time for Advent!
I had to do homeschool, but lately it’d been boring.
I wanted some fun, so, I’d been internet poring.
I’ve been missing my daughter, who finds college such fun.
But her room is so empty, and I wish college was done.
As for my eldest son, we’ve a college to find.
Then he will leave too, but I don’t think he’ll mind.
When out on the back deck, there arose such a clatter.
I fell out of my chair, to see what was the matter.
It was only my dogs, barking out in the night.
But it helped me to see, the sky, dark and light.
Maybe I should calm down, I thought with a sigh.
Take a look at my life, I don’t need to cry.
I’m blessed with a life, others wish that they had.
So what if I hurt, It’s not always that bad.
My pain is my body, it’s not in my heart.
And someday some pill will make my pain part.
So, I went to my bed, and cleared all from my mind.
In the morning I’ll feel better, and sites I will find.
I peek at my husband, so still with loud snoring,
And think to myself, he could never be boring.
He’s steady and sweet. He’s the love of my life.
He takes care of us, and I’m glad I’m his wife.
I think of my kids, so confident recently now.
They’re starting new lives, and we’ve shown them how.
I’m a homeschooling Mom to an eight year-old boy.
It gives me a purpose, and a whole lot of joy.
So, God has been good, and the things that worry
Will just have to wait, ’cause I don’t want to hurry.
So, Merry Christmas to all, now my whining is done.
I’ve been a bit selfish, but I love everyone!
I love the poem and it’s so Robin! I still think you should publish a book of poems.
That made me cry…but it also made me smile because our minds (the worrying part) work so much alike. If only YOU could see you the way the rest of us do, it would be tough for you not to love you the way we do. Kinda poetic, huh?
And it’s ironic that you talk about the pain in your body which is preferable to pain in your heart. I say ‘Amen, sister!’ to that! I was just telling someone today, if I could choose a broken arm over a heartache, I would gladly go for the arm. That after all, heals. And usually a heck of a lot quicker!
In summary, life is good! We are both blessed! Thanks for your unintentional reminder…
Wendy
Comment by Wendy — December 4, 2006 @ 5:25 pm
Very nice poem. It is so easy this time of year to get caught up in what we DON’T have and what we are NOT doing. I know I do. But just as you did, we must remind ourselves of all the many blessings we DO have and all of the wonderful things we ARE able to do. For every twinkling light on our Christmas tree there is something beautiful in our lives for which we can call ourselves blessed. You are so good to remind us of that!
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lapazfarm — December 5, 2006 @ 9:21 am
I agree with the above comments. Loved the poem, it made me cry because of course it brought Steven to mind:).
Teresa
Comment by Teresa — December 5, 2006 @ 10:19 am