Five Minute Breakfast Poems #2

{Just a refresher- this is 5 minute breakfast poems- click here}

It means you set an egg timer or oven clock and write. 

JUST write. For FIVE minutes.

Salvage what you can or post it all.

Just write. Don't be a weenie. Write.

 

 

Mine:

I know there is a play date at my home in two hours
full of laughter and limbs and the whole house will shake
with the intensity of them
but right now in the before of today
in the dark dark morning
where mothers live
I am free from old food bits
and spit up caked on collars and
the way we ache and sometimes do cry in the pantry alone because the day has unraveled too much

too far to retrieve
before all of that

                                        I am free like I used to be
                                        free to dream about
                                        swallow tattoos
                                        and far away blues

 

Oh and we missed Secret Agent Mama's poem last week!