On my throne I reflect on the day
My mind relaxed as stress drifts away
In my hand I hold my pen
Think what to write, and then I begin
Quite sanctitude of a tiny room
Through the window rays of light from the moon
I hear tiny droplets of water
I need to fix that, Oh what a bother
I can hear someone call out for dad
To leave my shrine now would be oh so bad
I hear the phone ring off in the distance
A knock at my door I begin to tense
I know for now my quite time is o're
But when I return I'll relax once more!
This is such a funny poem Don! ! I love it. I find the bathtub is often my 'writing time'...Ya gotta find quiet time where ya can when you have kids, no doubt about it. Nicely done. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
PLeasing and entertaing haiku.. Very Good