SELFISH TIRED ME BY Maureen Barron
This week Tuesday Tales features a poem straight from the heart of the lovely Maureen Barron.
There is more to the poem but It's best those details remain untouched.
Selfish Tired Me.
I watch with one eye as I lie here on the settee with a dog in the curve of my belly and another behind my knee.
I watch as you shuffle loudly across the carpet for the millionth time.
I long for some peace.
I wish you would stop going backwards and forwards.
I wish you would stop rattling the paper.
I wish you would stop losing your glasses.
I wish I didn't feel selfish I forgive myself because I know that I'm still tired.
I want to go to sleep.
I feel my jaws clamping and my neck tightening as the noise gets louder.
It has been loud all night.
You ask me if I have seen a pen or your glasses anywhere.
I mumble no and suggest places to look but I know It is time to ignore tiredness.
To get up and help you.
Because it is Time to start my day now.
Taking care of you.