Poor Midas

I feel rich
when all the kids are home
and even richer
when they bring a friend

I’m tripping over shoes,
solving parking riddles,
making excuses to bake,
wanting to be everywhere and hear everything

Constant motion and noise

I soak it all up
and swim with the current
(with one eye on retreat
at the end of the day)

And I am the first to fall asleep –
too tired of words
too full of food
and rich beyond my dreams.

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One Response to Poor Midas

  1. You are indeed richer than Midas!

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