She sat down beside me,
I coud see she was blue.
Her head in her hands,
Was the first clue.
While she gazed at the floor,
Words slowly tumbled out.
“They don’t care enough”,
She said with a pout.
“Who are they?” I asked.
These ones who don’t care.
“My family of course”,
No one to be spared.
What do you mean,
They don’t care enough?
Enough to do what?
Enough, what is enough?
Enough to be bothered,
To plan a nice day.
A lunch or a dinner,
For me on Mothers Day.
I was beginning to see,
The angst of it all.
No plans had been made,
No plans at all.
“What did you have in mind?”
I innocently asked.
“That is it”, she shrieked back,
“I don’t want the task.”
The volcano erupted,
there was no holding it in.
Relief as her thoughts,
Were released from within
“I don’t want to decide,
To plan or to book.”
“Don’t ask me to Google
I don’t want to look.”
“For once I want someone,
To take care of it all.”
“To make the decisions,
While I have a ball.”
“To do what I do,
365 days of the year.”
“To show up and care
She said with a tear.”
“For more years than I remember,
I have shopped and I have cooked.
Planned the dinners and parties,
Prepared the roast chook.”
“Each year that goes by,
And it is all left to me.
I feel the resentment,
Grow steadily.”
“On the outside it looks,
Like I love doing it all.”
“Yet they don’t see,
My motor has finally stalled.”
“I think they don’t care,
Enough to step up.”
“To move me aside,
And fill my tea cup.”
“I think they don’t care,”
She said quite loudly.
“I think they don’t care,
Enough about me.”
The realisation hit,
Like a falling brick wall.
She slumped in her chair,
The tears beginning to fall.
She had been stuck with this pain,
For so very long now.
Speaking aloud,
Had freed her somehow.
She questioned the thought,
She talked for an hour.
The realisation was coming,
The thought stripped of its power.
“I know my family loves me,
They do care it is true.”
My thoughts stand in the way,
Of a most fabulous view.
Have you got a persistent thought that rattles about in your mind?
Could it be blocking your path toward a fabulous tomorrow?
Find someone you trust,
And talk it all through.
Challenge the thought,
It may not be true.
Getting clear on the beliefs we have and questioning them opens the door to possibility, to joy and to happiness.
Plan to Live your tomorrow more Fabulous than today.
I’m always so inspired when I come here. I think you need to compile your poems in a book. I’d buy it!
Tamara, you know what? I would love to have all my poems in a book. Wow what an exciting thought. And you would buy it, thanks.
That quote is awesome and so is your poem. It is so true that how we think of things has bearing…challenging the thought is a good exercise.
Michelle it is a wonderful practice to challenge our thoughts, so often they limit us and are not true.
She is one lucky gal to have you as a pal.
Thanks Kelly, those life coaching skills are coming in handy
I love it! I can definitely relate at times not only as far as thoughts go but so feeling the need to do it all. All if the time. Thanks for sharing!
Beautifully said. I used to have rotten Mother’s Days. Then I decided to make them what I wanted them to be and focus on the joy of being a mom instead of expecting everyone else to worship me. My Mother’s Day celebrations have been perfect since I took responsibility for my own happiness. We should really teach that in school.
Happy Sharefest. I hope you have a lovely weekend.