Eight O'clock

Musings

Eight o'clock,

a Sunday in July.

Everything is so still,

all I hear

are the flashers on my car

and the breathing

of this dog

in the back seat;

a German Shepard,

belonging to the granddaughter,

who I am waiting for,

another ride to work.

 

My granddaughter,

so pretty

and

working hard,

taking those gigantic steps

for independence,

yet,

still a child.

 

Vacillating,

between wanting

to take care of business

and

hiding her head

under the covers, hoping

it will all go away.

As if these tasks and

problems

were a boogey man,

out of some nightmare.

 

06/09

Reviews

[Diane Lockard]

Life is a lot different now - the pace is faster, more to take in... I watch my granddaughter do the same thing!

Diane

[Barbara Walker]

Thank you!

[Rene Velez]

The world is an ugly place and the more we can protect the one's we love from it, the safer they will be, I agree, well done.

[annie lee]

There are times I still wan t to hide my head under the covers.

[Barbara Walker]

I know what u mean!

[annabellee]

Great write, the way you describe things is just marvelous. Loved it :)

[Barbara Walker]

Happy you liked it!

[annabellee]

you're most welcome :)

[Frieda P]

Simply lovely Barbara, watching our kids take those giant steps into the great unknown are what we yearn for them to do with teaching them independence but they can be daunting for all.

[Barbara Walker]

Thank you Frieda!

[Craig2591]

A little piece of life. Reflecting on things as you wait for someone. I like it because it's about one of those little mundane things we all do.

[Barbara Walker]

Thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. My grand-boys are in preschool. A lot of action in the morning. I like the description of busy people trying to stay ahead of the bills and life problems. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Barbara Walker]

Thank you!

[Dr. Wood ?]

wow...This is truly brilliant...A wonderfully sad and uplifting poem about those first steps into the UNKNOWN....Took ma back to MY first days of work...Great stuff Barbara, one of your finest

[Barbara Walker]

Thank you so much!

[Doctor JKC]

"all I hear

are the flashers on my car

and the breathing

of this dog"

The use of "this dog"
rather than any other way of putting it
was a poetic stroke of genius.

I love the whole piece!
Jack