Rock my equilibrium

With the children off to school I have a moment to myself

 sat at the kitchen table surrounded by their mess.
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Tears aren’t far away, it’s another of those days, 

feeling down and quite dismayed by the burdens that I face.

*

Life goes rushing by, 

I only stand and see imitated copies of what I’m supposed to be.

*

My mirror mocks me so, confirms what I believe 

of Hollywood items shown in my weekly magazine.

*

Then on the radio I hear the celebrity speaker say: 

I’ve never had, you see, children of my own,

cleaned and fed them, wept over them and sent them off to school, 

never heard them clatter back again

to balance my equilibrium.

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And it does.

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Dennis Crompton © 1996

(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)