single mom evening

night falls on all of us
house still lit
distant traffic whooshing

worn and drained
my life charger stuck
in a jammed drawer

the need for night and quiet
solitude silence
and the memory of a shared beach

the house is alive
when night hits
and the burdens whisper

crumpled package wrappings
and the pop pop of bubble wrap
five-year-old bills

I smile making tea
turning a deafmute back
on laundry clutter

displaying everything proper
while night calls me
like the sea and the wind

and my faraway charger



Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-09-07 at 20:40

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A truly intimate poem of a life on the edge well lived! Single moms are superheroes!
2016-09-18



I cherish the imagery: the charger, the bubble wrap, the laundry clutter (and can I ever sympathize with that last!). Well done!
2016-09-15



Perfectly described. You can't believe it now, but this time will pass, and the bills will slowly be paid, and the kids will grow up, and life will change. It's a hard and lonely life. Good poem.
2016-09-09