Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Family Matters

To busy to kiss you
To busy touch you
To busy to feel you
To busy to acknowledge you
To busy to warm up to you
To busy to take notice of you
I know you are there
Every morning God's clockwork
I pass you by
On my way to my shores
I sense your presence
You always firmly there
In the morning you wake up life
Especially this time of the year
In winter's past frigid soil
Wish you could do the same to me
I am too busy with family affaires
Job, expectations, taking care of elderly mother
I look in my mirror
I see graying eyes
Dulling pupils of my eyes
How can a master be master?
Of his or her own domain
When laying down safety tarp
To cover potholes of life's trap
So every one else can cross
To he other side safe and sound
Now that they have crossed
I am too busy mending tears in the tarp
Left behind from spiky shoes
For as soon as you set down
To the west of me
And you send your lover
To cast its night shadows over me
To the east of me
Your cycle is complete
Mine starts all over again

Submitted: Monday, September 10, 2012
Edited: Monday, September 10, 2012

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Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
April 7 2012

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