Paula

I hate the dull why, the pleadings for ease, in sought after light, it's why am stirring, making chocolate madima, my voice slurring, a drink of the wine, play tunes of the season, God knows I'll be fine, might boil the kettle, an afternoon's reason, marks the day's bearing, who cares about time, to spend in this prison, like christening a child, the kids will be sharing, regular as the heating, another lilac evening, their faces chime, beneath a moon’s steeple, no one thinks to deny, Mama's love leanings.