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Monday Mourning
Isabelle5

No alarm needed to remind me
 1
that it's time to go to work.
 2
 
 
I tell myself that I am lucky
 3
to have such a good job,
 4
to have held it for 23 years,
 5
that it pays for the things
 6
that feed my soul.
 7
 
 
Blahblahblah.....
 8
 
 
I grieve for having to leave
 9
a tiny elf doll with one leg
 10
and the head missing,
 11
a necklace of crocheted lace
 12
lying half done on the bedside table
 13
and all my lovely plans for
 14
the week-end just passed
 15
only partially complete.
 16
 
 
Is it my fault that Friday evening
 17
is so full of promise?  I make lists,
 18
expecting to fly through the chores,
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not expecting that I will have a
 20
sudden urge to reread The Bean Trees
 21
and spend an hour hunting for
 22
an open toe presser foot (only to
 23
remember that I don't own one).
 24
 
 
At work, friends arrive with glum faces,
 25
except for the few we wish to pummel
 26
and punch for their gleeful voices.
 27
 
 
There should be a pill, just for
 28
the Monday Morning Back to Work Blues.
 29
 
 
I'll take two, please.
 30

10 Jun 13


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Love this...It will speak to so many people

Larry retired Lark
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