Kindred

When your mom moves in with you

Not long ago something happened to me,
I acquired a pest, who will not let me be!
It suddenly started, one warm day in May
when they moved in my house,
now it's all through my day!
As everyday starts, I lie in my bed,
my eyes still fuzzy, the color of red...
I await her approach, the knock at my door;
the count has just started, only 99 more!
Dazed not awake, and pretending to sleep;
quietly, quietly...still do I keep...

Later then, calmly, as I open my door,
I think of remedies for squeaks on the floor...
I look all around like some sort of crazed feign,
my goal right now is just not to be seen!
Quietly I tip-toe, quickly down the hall,
trying to escape, into the bathroom stall.
Ludicrous this sounds, it's no easy feat,
for I must try to sneak, just to the toilet seat!
Finally I sit, breathing a sigh...
in seconds there's a knock,
I then start to cry!

Back in my room, just wanting to write,
you already know, she's right there in sight!
Incessant questions, all being the same;
she's back in five minutes, calling my name!
She is 'in-and-out','back-and-forth' all day long,
the stairs 'up-and-down' like the great ball in pong!

This all sounds intrusive, maybe even unfair;
don't get me wrong, I really DO care.
I know she means well, I know she is bored...
and believe me, patiently, I pray to the Lord.
I love her, my mother, 'til death do us part.
I love her, I DO, with all of my heart!
But I do have one wish,
you can think me a F O O L...
that just for ONE day,
to be I N V I S I B L E!

N.RoseJ.

Author's Note

Please, if you can't be kind, tactful, and respectful in your comments, then I must ask you not to comment at all. I will do the same in my reviews. Thank you : )