NaPoWriMo

The month started strong
with poetry and song
then I got too busy
really almost dizzy
with obligations
to others
the relegation
of mothers’
needs to the backseat
they all suck my teat
like I’ve got an endless supply
of energy and time
and I don’t know why
I wrote this rhyme
except now the month is through
and I wrote this for me, not you.

Island Greens on Whidbey Island. Has nothing to do with the poem.


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