Wednesday, December 16, 2009

85.

I'm oh so sad and lonely
when they're traveling 'cross the state.
This big ol' house is empty
and I'm pacing while I wait.

The little sounds are defeaning
to Mama's lonely ears.
I'm wand'ring 'round the household
fighting back the tears.

I don't know how much longer now
that they'll be gone away.
My moping isn't helping and
I should enjoy the day.

But when my lap is empty
and the children's laughter gone,
I'm tragic and dramatic
and the day just lingers on.

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