Time Out
By Victoria Tarrani
(© 0806.25)
Days and nights spent far away
with children bright or moody dark --
demanding I pay my dues,
over and over again...
after all,
I am there
to serve the Munchkins
and Chicklets that I adore.
Time on line
does not exist.
“Where are you?â€Â
The words ring throughout
the day and long
into the evening.
My head aches from time-outs
-- really, I should have one for me --
and still the questions come...
Sometimes I am an anchor,
but, occasionally I must flutter into
their world to play the games,
the toys they want,
and tell my magical stories.
No where to run and just be me
when the chains forged
by love and memories
surround and bind me.
Then, in the midst, a tiny boy
curls into my arms and pats
me tenderly, "Oh Mema, oh Mema..."
his voice filled with wonder
and aching awe.
I am loved.
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