A mother’s day

A mother’s day, this day today.

Wake up and remember.
All the things I didn’t do yesterday.
All the things I meant to do today.
Never done.

In leaps the calvary, to save me from myself.
Can I have, can we do, can you not, can I.
Yes, no, yes, yes, no and we’ll do that tomorrow instead.
Never done.

Then starts the hustling, the boredom of bustling.
Did you find you, did you know, did you try, did you.
Can’t, won’t, why should I, I’m already doing it.
Never done.

One thing in this head, second in the other.
Doing two things at once, sometimes five.
Work it, analyse it, tapping away, smile at it.
Never done.

I thought about thinking about…
Nope, forgotten already, down in the mud.
Wipe that, find this, sort that, do this.
Never done.

At the end of the day I’ve lost track of myself.
I was here a moment ago, I swear.
I’ll need to remember to find myself tomorrow.

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Feature image by Tina Dawson;  2 by Thiago Thadeu