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Poetry: My day of rest

by Kathleen Richardson


My day of rest eludes me

Body and mind beg to take a break

I'd rather exercise hours at the gym

Than chase kids till I begin to shake.

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My day of rest is planned

Their dad says I deserve some peace

I'll settle with Starbucks coffee in my hand

Will that make my shakes increase?

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My day of rest has come

Little ones cry and beg

Momma, take me with you

And grip me tightly round each leg.


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