As I Feel Interrupted by My Family

I feel so interrupted

by my family.

I wanted to study,

as always.

My daughter needed a nap,

I had to switch off the light,

So I joined her for a rest.

I was dreaming,

my spouse woke me up,

he wanted to make tea,

I needed to watch the boy,

or he would scratch

his eczema skin.

I like waking up

by my self,

especially when in

deep dreaming.

I had my tea

and wanted to go for a walk,

the kids wanted to join,

I never say no to that.

But then they will eat,

not something simple,

they wanted a proper snacks,

egg, bread, and cheese.

The father made it,

taking his own time.

I went upstairs,

to use the time,

to write something,

but the kids came there,

I sighed.

It’s nice having a family,

who seek you,

but writers want,

to maintain flow,

when it’s broken,

we don’t feel Zen,

efforts go in vain.

I hope they understand,

that offering solitude,

no invading space,

is supreme form of love.