Member Poem

Another day,
And a morning well spent
in hunting socks and  frying eggs.
They love me for it. Is love not enough?
Is it not reward enough for my goodness?
But maybe there are different shades of love
And maybe I crave another hue. Ugh. I forgot—
the water heater. Times spin like water in my sink
“Ha!” he says, -“Why do you worry so about time,
with leisure unbound, while your tired man toils”
There certainly are different shades of love and I,
crave another hue, despite this colourless world.
Red  pride, yellow achievements, blue dignity.
Perhaps I can force them out of my pen or
coax them out of my feet, sing them out
till the day comes I will just
fold my wings,
and wait.
Now,
I have
Dishes
To do-
Clothes
To fold
Lunch
To set
Shoes
-that
must
shine
Kids to
Feed.
Water
Swirls
by.