So, since after a rollercoaster ride
it was by you, at whim, decided
(not by me, as you know and see)
that I am going to be staying here;
I don't want you to have any fear
about just what I might get up to,
or the kind of stuff I might do (or not do):
I've done the pretence
at being a domestic goddess.
...................
I'll give it a bit of a rest tonight
and hope I might be allowed no plight,
a relief from the non-necessities,
whilst my heart and head and all just bleeds
for times gone, and done, cleaned away with a dust,
as the past so often simply must
vanquished,
eliminated,
destroyed,
disemployed.
...................
My tendency to break all things electrical
is not I hope insurmountable;
I can dust, and clean, and iron, and smile,
though the latter may take the longer while.
If your white blouse has now turned pink
and there's stuff which lays there in the sink
and there's a muck-covered floor
which gets covered some more....
Give me time.
My time, your time.
Lazy I am not and never have been:
Oh, for the ability to have things as they seem
inside my head whenever I dream...
of what I can do for you, R and K....
not too long, not too far away....
Please, let me heal,
let me get well:
then let me enchant you
within my spell
of the woman who sees every speck of dust
and realises that she simply must
just pull her own (rather fragile) weight
to take things as she ought to take
and enhance your lives, and not detract.
Give me a chance. Please. (That, is that.)
Tara McH
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-trying-non-domestic-goddess/
