When's it My Turn? (poem) by Julia Nielsen on AuthorsDen

When's it My Turn?
by Julia Nielsen → (All Poetry by Julia Nielsen)
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This poem was written as a challenge to write about myself from another's point of view. I chose my husband.
I walk in the door smells waft my way Kids running around Hope she's had a good day. The house looks clean Except for small things strewn about On the couch, the sides of chairs I follow the route. Something sizzles on the stove With spatula in hand She reaches up Donning on the overhead fan. I go to her, my arms outstretched She waves me away She looks flustered, I notice "Hi hon." I say. She smiles briefly Then goes back to her chores Wipes a piece of hair away Can she take anymore? A while later, she yells "Time to eat!" In one hand steaming rolls In the other, seasoned meat. We sit down Fold our arms and say a prayer. The kids say, "I don't like this." She say's, "I don't care." She's the first to leave Gathering dishes as she goes How hard does she work? Nobody knows. The dishes are done She exhales and sits down Turns on her computer Without uttering a sound. Scans through her mail And begins to reply Writing feedback to others Barely batting an eye. Time for kid's bed As she glances at the clock A hug and kiss goodnight Some more small talk. She soaks in the tub Drowns her worries away Then comes back, calm And then recites her day. I listen and nod I just want a hug Nothing too hard, I think But I mainly get shrugs. Shrugs of "don't know," When asked, "are you mad?" No more said As my son yells, "dad!" I just want attention Is that too much to ask? Or am I just another One of her tasks? Soon I feel her hand Caressing my skin I turn and smile She returns with a grin. No words are said But we connected, I feel She yawns, she 's tired As she turns on her heel. She tells me goodnight I say the same And go back to my work Prior to when she came. Later I come in She's sound asleep I crawl in quietly Not making a peep. I snuggle up close She stirs just a bit I close my eyes We're a perfect fit. Tomorrow will be better I say in my mind Tomorrow, we can both be Extra kind. For raising a family Is so much work We try our best But still act like jerks. We'll keep trudging on Cause we love each other so We'll give it our all We'll make happiness our goal. �

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on September 6, 2008

Honest and real and true to what family life ought to be; nicely expressed, Julia. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Linda Newton Perry

Reviewed on June 26, 2008

Sounds about right! I too have a diploma from ICL.
Happy writing.

Reviewed by Lois Christensen

Reviewed on March 28, 2008

Sound as if you got your life together pretty well. all said is true of living and you are blessed. Keep the writing going.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on August 8, 2007

This is excellant and it is a challenge that we should all except and try to give us a better insight not only into ourselves but as to how others may truly perceive us. Often we are so wrapped up in day to day living we only see what we want to see. Thank you for sharing an insight into your world.
hugs
Fee