Daily Comforts
Because adulting can be hard.
Saturday
Time is moving fast
So I'll stop and read a book
About other lives.
***
Sunday
I sit here with so much melancholy in my heart.
For the life of me Nancy I don't know why.
It’s not like anything particularly bad is happening but,
Nothing particularly good is happening either.
Is that why I feel this way?
Purr once for yes, twice for no...
Nevertheless, Nancy
There's always tomorrow.
Monday
On Mondays I can have my old keys to tighten my old locks on my old chains that secure my old memories.
On Mondays I can have a new chance to turn over a new leaf and begin a new documentary with a new tone and a new topic.
On Mondays I can still be the same me, with the same job and the same life.
On Mondays I can have or be whatever I want and that's very comforting.
***
Tuesday
The air feels cold against my cheeks.
I have my scarf wrapped twice over:
Boots on,
Gloves on,
Tightly buttoned coat and my latte cupped close to my heart.
Somewhere in the distance I can hear cars driving away.
I wonder what plans they have for the day?
And above me -
Clouds.
Like buttermilk soft and gently whipped
Against the sweet-smelling sky.
I can't help but smile,
For today I feel at peace.
***
Wednesday
I knew a girl called Wednesday.
She had eyes filled with woe.
Wherever woeful Wednesday went loneliness always followed.
Her hair was black, and her lips were red,
I kissed her once and then she fled,
I called her name: “Wednesday come back!”
She stopped and turned and then she said:
“You’re so very lovely, I know that much,
But in my heart we can never be,
I love another, that much is true...
I can never love you as much as he.”
☹️
Wednesday never knew how much those words hurt me
But I'll hang on to that kiss, my bittersweet memory.
***
Thursday
I love chicken, I love cake,
I love biscuits and steak bakes.
I love tortillas, a yummy taste,
With some hummus as the paste.
I love pasta, I love pesto,
I love pittas, And potatoes.
I love croissant, I love pie,
I love ice cream,
Such a dream.
I love salmon, I love herring,
I love cod, I love sardine.
I love salads, and vegetables,
I love fruit, I love stews.
I love food in every way,
Every minute of every day.
When there’s food it lifts my mood,
So welcome flavours - it’s all good.
***
Friday
On Fridays I’m dreaming
About the upcoming weekend.
The opportunities are exciting
It’s almost too much to comprehend.
Let's see...
Maybe some well-deserved 'me' time,
Or go and see some friends,
I could bake a cake,
Or watch tv,
Take a walk,
Shopping spree?
Maybe get some beauty sleep,
A woodland run and simply be,
I could buy my mates a round of drinks,
And simply skip the forty winks.
Yes.
Fridays are here for choosing,
A comforting guarantee,
I can be cruising, boozing, or snoozing
…After work, obviously.
***
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Fiona Teddy-Jimoh
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Comments (1)
Love how this poem takes you on a journey. I can picture it so clearly especially the earlier stanzas.