29th poem in the month of April. Prompt: Tantrum.
We put on music And cleaned the house. Placed tulips in the vase Open a good Bottle of red. Set the table With our best Open the door And invite Guests in. Sitting on the deck, Sipping Gin and tonics, Watching the waves And boats The harbor. Throughout all, All the preparing, All through the day, My mind has been Somewhere Else. It has been A thousand miles away At the bedside Of a loved one, It has been In a room, Sterile and bright. Knowing she is Miles and miles away. Knowing there is No way for me to be there. Knowing that inside, In the deepest parts In my mind I am in a tantrum, Absolutely helpless And frustrated. I am in that room, But really, I am A thousand miles away I clean my house I cut some flowers And I entertain.