not much time on my hands these days
i hate that i can't read as much as i would like
i hate it more that i can't write to my friends as much
as i would ya all

Time for Bed

cat at my feet says it's time for bed
so in that direction I must head
so many poems left unread
my writing friends must think me dead
but not really
i'm just sleepy
my eyes all weepy
my muscles creepy
kids make me tired
house work keeps me wired
if i quit i will be fired
in chaos i am mired
so good night to you
for now i'm through
to friends i'll write soon
tomorrow i'll see what i can do

Poetry by Jessica Rexroat
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 04:51

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
Love it! Know the scene well.

keith nunes
lovely piece jessica! my love goes out to you in yur place as woman and queen of the household and i beg you remember that we remember you whether you are writing or not! peace be with you!

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Those were the daze my friend. I thought they'd never end. But they did. Now I just can't sleep cause I'm an insomniac most of the time. Love ya niece!