I Use To Wish I Had Children Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Pour that coffee in my cup.
Do it and don't interrupt.
Can't you see that I'm on the phone?
Why can't I have time on my own,
Without your ears near.

Make no sound and say no more.
Go quietly and shut the door.
Let me sit and sip and relax.
Can't I have a moment for that.
Pretend I'm not here.

As soon as the phone rings,
Children I don't see...
Suddenly appear.

They want my full attention,
As if they've been ignored for many years.
To annoy and make clear...
I'm not alone.
Even though I know they're at home.
And wanting me not on the phone!

'I use to wish I had children.
But after our conversations...
Which we never finish.
I'm happy I have peace of mind.
But I do sometimes spike my coffee with scotch! '