“She’s ready to play.
Letter promised sent on its
way.
Today she’s through,
There’s nothing she must do.
Yet never can relish,
Being stress-free.
For the intense volunteer,
It’s out-of-the ordinary.
A mound of laundry
Hidden from view
Her bathroom floor
Needs mopped too.
The staircase carpet,
No longer brilliant blue.
Her concern is brief,
Yes, sadly true.
Yes, sadly true.
Ancient divorcee’, single parent,
Retired many years – fit,
vibrant,
Career success a stored
memory.
Offspring, grands - grown, gone,
busy,
Her life now screams she’s
free.
Choices, options, what to do?
Agony she tells me.
Weird. How say
you?”
- m. l. stith
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