She wakes up early,
Rouses the kids,
Showers, dresses, gets things together…
Today’s an early day.
Thank God for school breakfasts.
The kids are up though barely in one case,
The eldest prods and moves everyone out the door,
Keys, backpacks, purses, briefcase, permission slips, homework…
She takes off hoping everyone has everything.
Drops them at school and stops for fuel;
Gas for the car, Diet Pepsi for her,
Still carpoolers to pick up for the 45 minute commute.
Work is maddening at times,
Proving herself again at a new job every few years.
Every time the questions, explanations, justifications:
Kids wonder why they have to move,
Mom and Dad want to help more,
Friends who understand, friends who no longer call,
Interviewers who reluctantly turn her away…
Over-qualification haunts her like
An unknown voice in the dark
Taunting her achievements and punishing her for being smart.
Long days are what she knows.
She longs for the weekend, for friends and family—
Support she couldn’t survive without—
Longs for more than another job to pay the bills
Longs to write, to teach, to help
Longs to be home with her kids—
Who always seem to be without her.
Drives home in the dark asking why why why why why why?
Unlocks the side door,
Finds the youngest asleep but the eldest still up writing,
Frustrated with the history paper’s topic and finding it
Too immense, too overwhelming.
The editor within her takes over,
Despite her exhaustion,
Despite needing a moment for herself…
This is why, her heart whispers
As she peeks in and sees the youngest sleeping peacefully.
This is why, her heart says
As she stays up late proofing, editing, assisting.
This is why, her heart exclaims
As the conversation ebbs and flows between the paper’s mechanics
And the philosophical, theological thoughts presented within.
This is why, her heart shouts
These children of hers, so bright and promising, they are her world.
This is why!
Her desires,
Her dreams—
To give them a chance, a prospect, a future better than what they presently know
Her dues paid now give them freedom to fly,
To soar—
To chase their dreams.
Copyright 2009 Michelle Post
Rouses the kids,
Showers, dresses, gets things together…
Today’s an early day.
Thank God for school breakfasts.
The kids are up though barely in one case,
The eldest prods and moves everyone out the door,
Keys, backpacks, purses, briefcase, permission slips, homework…
She takes off hoping everyone has everything.
Drops them at school and stops for fuel;
Gas for the car, Diet Pepsi for her,
Still carpoolers to pick up for the 45 minute commute.
Work is maddening at times,
Proving herself again at a new job every few years.
Every time the questions, explanations, justifications:
Kids wonder why they have to move,
Mom and Dad want to help more,
Friends who understand, friends who no longer call,
Interviewers who reluctantly turn her away…
Over-qualification haunts her like
An unknown voice in the dark
Taunting her achievements and punishing her for being smart.
Long days are what she knows.
She longs for the weekend, for friends and family—
Support she couldn’t survive without—
Longs for more than another job to pay the bills
Longs to write, to teach, to help
Longs to be home with her kids—
Who always seem to be without her.
Drives home in the dark asking why why why why why why?
Unlocks the side door,
Finds the youngest asleep but the eldest still up writing,
Frustrated with the history paper’s topic and finding it
Too immense, too overwhelming.
The editor within her takes over,
Despite her exhaustion,
Despite needing a moment for herself…
This is why, her heart whispers
As she peeks in and sees the youngest sleeping peacefully.
This is why, her heart says
As she stays up late proofing, editing, assisting.
This is why, her heart exclaims
As the conversation ebbs and flows between the paper’s mechanics
And the philosophical, theological thoughts presented within.
This is why, her heart shouts
These children of hers, so bright and promising, they are her world.
This is why!
Her desires,
Her dreams—
To give them a chance, a prospect, a future better than what they presently know
Her dues paid now give them freedom to fly,
To soar—
To chase their dreams.
Copyright 2009 Michelle Post
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