zombies

zombies
the poems i should have sent you
six years ago
gathering dark dust
and nearly forgotten
in this hectic, bland life
of today

today i wish
my children were also yours
wish we could
be living a life
fulfilled in each other
wish we could
be less ourselves

always too intense and serious
inside to enjoy
a vivid life outside
and now there is
nothing but paper ghosts
haunting my space
and spooking me
with coulda woulda shoulda zombies
rising from graves in shoe boxes and notebooks
asking for release, redemption

blessedly i am cursed with
too many commitments
to dwell often
in the space
i should have shared with you
when i could have shared with you
the little that really matters

a song on the radio
brought to life
the song you wrote for me
and i forgot the screaming baby
and needy almost preschooler
for long enough to remember
someday i need
to find away
to make amends with a yesterday
that has clung to my heart
for most of a decade

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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