Ode to the Tired OnesA Poem by solsystemtillnervsystemYou see them in the front of cars, Drinking worn-out coffee in weary card cups, Picked up on the way home After cheap holidays they can’t afford To the Isle of Wight.
You see them with smiles they don’t mean, Pointed at the rear-view mirror, Where they can smile at the kids in the back Without really looking them in the face Because that would be telling.
You see them in their houses, past midnight, Putting the kettle on for another cuppa, One with the cheap Aldi coffee they all hate Because they can’t afford the nice stuff and anyway, it’s a treat.
You see them the morning after, Staring at the mess that is their house and Muttering, “10 letters from the bank,” In the secret tone only parents understand, Too urgent for children.
You see them on the school runs, With their tired handbags and exhausted hair, Dropping off their kids ten minutes late, With toothpaste on their cardis And clips in their hair.
You see them late for work, Getting out the books and littering them On the tables for other kids in ten minutes, No time for any cheap coffee From the staffroom.
You see them when the bell rings And they pack up all their bags and pick Up their boxes and head out the door Fifteen minutes late for their own kids Back at their school.
You see them in the drive-through On the way home from work and school Because there’s no food in the freezer And McDonald’s is cheaper than anything Healthy.
You see them when the kids are asleep Crying down the phone to their parents Too proud to ask for a loan Too proud to ask for help Too proud to accept any, “Can I come down? Can I give you any money? Can I pay for the therapy you need but can't buy?” They can't admit to it, their spiral of paper problems of head problems of family problems. Depression offers no sanctuary, but they carry it anyway, on shoulders ten times their age.
You see them all the time. They’re the ghosts on the sides of the road. They’re the extras in the movies. They’re the passer-bys in the stories. They’re the unseen ones The background ones Our mothers: The tired ones.
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Added on July 6, 2017Last Updated on July 6, 2017 Tags: poetry, mothers, parenting, depression AuthorsolsystemtillnervsystemSwedenAboutCurrent writer, future corpse. Probably won't ever be both at the same time, but weirder things have happened. more..Writing
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