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Welcome to my latest exercise in an attempt to reach my goal of being a prolific writer in 2022. So, in addition to writing 1 short story each week (Because Ray Bradbury said you can’t write 52 bad ones – challenge accepted!) I will be attempting to post an original poem each day in April. This is not going to be easy – I’ve not really written poetry since college. So, these will be thrown together each day and not very edited.

I can hear you now – sucky stories and bad poetry? Sign me up.

For more information about the blogging challenge, see http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/)

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Rest is not a reward
for getting all the things done
in a timely matter
nor for checking off every to-do

I try to tell myself this
but I am my mother’s daughter
and cannot sit down
until the laundry is moved
and the floor is swept
I hear her voice
“I cannot relax in a dirty house”
and see everything that needs to be done
before I can sit
and breath

Rest is not a reward
It’s a biological need
almost as much as

pleasing my mother.

and alas it seems
neither is quite possible.