Ernestine Northover

(25th March 1943)

A Day In The Life Of - Me!

I wake up in the morning and pull back the curtains, wide,
And look out through the window to view the world outside,
To see if the sky is blue or grey, sunny or with rain,
And see if the postman's on his way with letters that contain,
News of family and friends, and more 'bills' by the way,
Attempting to motivate the mind, and start another day.

With all the jobs I have to do before we leave the house,
To get the breakfast going, for self and for my spouse,
To put clothes in the washing machine, make sandwiches for lunch,
And add some fruit and maybe also, some biscuits we can munch.
To load the car with coats and bags, and other odds and ends,
And quickly venture off to work and see what the day sends.

With people wanting this and that and taking orders for
Various kinds of merchandise which we might have in store,
Writing down their preferences for all their different needs,
Sorting out the dates and times, working at different speeds.
Busy as we move along, through the hours set for work,
Having no time to rest awhile, there is no time to shirk.

The telephone keeps ringing, the doorbell's buzzing too,
I'd really love a cup of tea, but what am I to do,
There's 'can I have', 'would you please' and 'could you just this once',
I'm really getting hungry, my stomach, how it grunts.
There's 'what's the time? ' and 'must get done' before we start to close,
And having stood the whole day long, there's the pain that's in my toes.

Out go the lights, down come the blinds, it's time to pack away,
All the paperwork and goods that we have used today,
Sweep the floor, dust the shelves, check orders already placed,
Tidy everything away, and clear the bags of waste.
Switch off the lights, set the alarm, close and lock the door,
Jump in the car, slip off the shoes, now the toes are really sore.

Here's home at last but there's no rest yet, the washing in the drum
Must be hung up, so here we go. My feet are going numb.
There's vacuuming, and ironing, the meal to prepare and cook,
Oh, how I would love to just sit down and quietly read a book.
At last it's time to climb the stairs, I'm ready for my bed,
Until a 'certain' alarm, shatters the sweet dreams in my head.

© Ernestine Northover

Submitted: Thursday, September 08, 2005
Edited: Friday, February 22, 2008

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  • Lynda Robson (6/13/2008 3:50:00 AM)

    I came across this and I know your life has changed since you wrote it, did you ever wonder, as a lot of people do, how you ever filled so much into your day? A very interesting write here, thanks,10
    Lynda xx (Report) Reply

  • marvin brato (5/23/2008 6:41:00 AM)

    Great storyline, very peculiar things we all do everyday... I wonder what those dreams about? A 10. (Report) Reply

  • Ivor Hogg (4/28/2008 11:40:00 AM)

    Wait until you retire for a rest.You will find the days are too short to fit in all you want to to do as well as what you have to do and you get no days off or holidays either (Report) Reply

  • David Desantis (4/9/2008 9:55:00 AM)

    hahha awesome! You really know how to work. My life would read more along the lines of 'wake up, grab dirty clothes off the floor, sit in office all day, go to gym, and sleep'...ah the joys of post-graduate life. (Report) Reply

  • Ivor Hogg (9/17/2007 2:24:00 PM)

    Retirement brings more freedom but only if you both share the chores.We have so many interests that we a re busier thn when we were working but we only do what we want to do and when we want to do ir.Growing old disgracefully to quote my wifes motto (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (9/2/2007 3:49:00 PM)

    Wow! ! ! , I got tired just reading that Ernestine, too much for me. My day is busy enough I can't imagine going through this ritual. By the way I didn't notice any time for you in there, you know the hairdresser, getting your nails done, the massage, reading poetry for an hour or two. Life is far too short not to have time for yourself, oh I know I was guilty of that in the past but no more, I'm thinking more of me as of late. Excellent poem, I could feel the hussel and bussel of this daily routine.--Melvina-- (Report) Reply

  • Shelley L Baxter-Stanley (6/27/2007 12:38:00 AM)

    Yes you and many of us have quite the ritual going on in this poem........((Smile))
    You did a wonderful job at describing the emotions and rituals we all experience daily.Very well written, easy to relate to piece of work!
    Keep up the Great work and enjoy your day tomorrow Ernestine......
    =Shelley= (Report) Reply

  • Meggie Gultiano (6/18/2007 12:23:00 AM)

    You really made my day! This is a ritual day by day activity of a simple man with simple dreams and desires. thanks for sharing, I love this! (Report) Reply

  • Ivor Hogg (6/8/2007 1:39:00 PM)

    Another day like yesterday
    with tomorrow yet to come
    Can you not find time for play
    Im sure it would be most welcome.
    Persuade your spouse
    that he should share
    the chores around the house
    I think that is only fair..
    The first one home prepares the meal.
    because we have a sweet heart deal (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (8/16/2006 3:07:00 AM)

    Love it, love it, love it, I can certainly relate. Thankyou so much for taking me through your day.---Melvina (Report) Reply

  • Tasha Miller (6/25/2006 10:36:00 AM)

    This is so great!
    I LOVE to read poetry that flows like this one! I hope you were soaking your feet when you wrote it! In my opinion, this poem has great form and perfect flow, and we all know hard that is to do. (Report) Reply

  • Kristin Davis (5/22/2006 4:41:00 PM)

    Dear Mrs/Ms Northover,
    You did a spectacular job putting the whole imagery together! Smooth and quickly read while @ the same time found myself nodding and grining with memories of the same. =) Thank you for the sweet comment on my poem 'What a Pecker'... glad you enjoyed it! It was fun to write.=) Expect me around more, for I'll be lurking around at more of your work! I give this poem a 10 for multi reasons...1 for the imagery and structure of the piece, and 2 for the fact that any woman who admittedly goes through day after day of womanhood of such and then can kick back and chill with laughter over it all deserves to be patted on the back! =)

    Looking forward to reading more...keepem' poppin'! !

    Kristin! (Report) Reply

  • Janice Walkden (4/24/2006 4:24:00 PM)

    Ah this made me smile because my life was rather like this once. I would recommend treating yourself to a footspa for those achy feet.

    Keep up the good work!

    Jan x (Report) Reply

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