Doom's Day Poem by Valsa George

I woke to the beaming rays
Of dawn's early golden light
Birds flew singing across the sky
Breeze whizzed past telling all is right

I thought it would be a lovely day
With many bonuses on my way
But sad it turned to be a doom's day
With misfortune in succession coming to slay

As I tried to light the gas stove
To make a cup of morning tea
To warm up in that early hour of the day
I found the cylinder completely empty

I tried to plug on the electric stove
But got the shock of a violent kick
And in my effort to balance myself
I leaned back upsetting a tumbler of milk

The glass tumbler broke into pieces
And the milk got strewn all over
Messing the floor and the kitchen rug
Making me lose all my composure

I picked up the umpteen shards of glass
A job I did with utmost care
Again it took an hour, cleaning up the floor
And washing the rug, a messy affair!

I thought of taking a quick shower
And in a hurry was moving barefoot
When suddenly I winced in pain
As a piece of glass got struck underfoot

I heard the door bell ring n' ring
Limping, I moved to open the door
Back from his usual morning walk
Was my husband, alas, his face with a scar

A cyclist had knocked him down
He fell sideways hitting his face
By the time he got onto his feet
That miscreant had vacated the space

Nothing I could instantly think
Other than leaning on his chest
With a suppressed sob and a silent moan
Recalling the morning's accursed test