This is an impossible goal,
trying to keep up with my life,
so much that needs to be done,
and I can’t bring myself to move.
Paralyzed, depressed, it never ends,
the work, the chores, the simple tasks,
that consume all my waking hours,
more and more with each day.
The kitchen is dirty, there’s laundry,
the chickens need food and cleaning,
my youngest son is home sick,
he’s always hungry, no easy food.
The fish tank needs cleaned,
the house is filled with toys,
at least the dog is being good,
and the cats are taking naps.
This is supposed to be my day off,
I laugh at the thought of it,
parents don’t get days off,
I love my kids, but I am so tired.
Years of this, and more to go,
there’s been no vacations,
there are none to come,
a few days here and there.
It’s not enough, never enough,
to make the tired go away,
and I need to move so much,
but I can’t make myself do it today.
Poetry