My Week
A week in the life of …….
This week begins early on a glorious Monday morning
I woke from a deep sleep with a heart full of gratitude,
The sun is shining with a predicted high of 24 degrees
I don’t work Monday’s so I’ve a day to write in solitude.
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Suddenly before I know it, Tuesday morning is dawning
My plan is to work from home, a long ten hours of toil,
This doesn’t leave many hours free for some “me” time
So I decide to enjoy a long relaxing bath in aromatic oil.
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Wednesday is suddenly here and kicking down my door
In an effort to remind me of plans for a long lunch date,
A busy morning spent entering data into spreadsheets
Before my son escorts me to a lunch I fully appreciate.
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Later I am dozing off to sleep but in no hurry to wake
Because the sunrise would mean it’s Thursday morning,
The busiest day of my week, another long twelve hours
With high demands on my time with little to no warning.
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After work it’s time for dinner, a shower and crash in bed
Too exhausted from my busy day to be good company,
And within seconds of hitting the pillow I’m fast asleep
While the nighttime hours are ushering Friday in subtlety.
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Oh glorious sweet Friday, my super cruisy day at work
I breeze through my rostered ten hour day in the office,
With plenty of time to add final touches to my reports
Then all of a sudden the weekend is here as promised.
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Another three day weekend, mine to do anything I please
Saturday is typically a nice day of relaxing to de-stress,
Then out to see a theatre production on Saturday night
And Sunday is family day and when I feel truly blessed.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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