and all through the house,
we sit in our bedrooms,
quiet as a mouse.
Gabriel is sleeping
after a long day of play,
laughing with friends at the Silver Dollar Cité.
Liam, the teen, in the dark with his phone,
with secrets I know, but hold close to my soul.
Alec extracted promises from me,
to not work to0 early,
he has plans, you see.
Alec sits in his room, watching youtube,
and I ponder the lost life, though chances are through.
We once all sat together,
we watched the same shows.
We were a family,
everyone knows.
But things have shifted, and I feel the weight-the weight of it all,
with nothing at all, to soften the fall.
And I feel the need to work-early
but I will sit on my hands and wait-so Alec
can practice gift giving. And guilt will weigh on me
when I am not earning money,
and guilt will weigh on me
when I leave to earn money.
For whether I am here, or whether I am there,
it never is enough to make the world fair.
So I do what I must, I ignore what I can,
and I face this world,
noone holding my hand.
And all that is fine,
and all that is good,
for it won't be too long
before we too, are worm food.
ha! have a good one!
