Forget All About My List Of Things To Do… Poem by Margaret Alice

In the cathedral of my mind
I’m listening to a storybook
author telling of Sara leaning
over the windowsill to look at
the world outside, seeing
chimneys and robins daintily
feeding on scattered crumbs;
you’re right, I don’t want to
work, I just want to listen to
the voice inside the cathedral
of my mind; where a sacred
atmosphere is created by
the story I hear… I don’t
want to read all about the
trials and tribulations of a
mission group and then
translate fearsome foreign
French into Her Majesty’s
English at all; it is so nice
to drift along with Sara
Crewe and forget all about
my list of things to do…