My sister prays “Rain, rain, please go away
So I can go outside to play”

But I say “No, no rain you must stay
I don’t want to play, or pray on this clammy day”

“Stick in the mud” she glibly replies
I might have lied but instead I confide

Yes, I am indeed stuck in the mud
Want to be up to my neck in thick soapy suds

When the toddler sleeps, I want to steep
Until all of my worries slowly, slowly, creep

And the world so quietly slips away
And finally for once I get the very last say

But I all I can do is deeply, deeply sigh
As that dream painfully dies with insistent cries

And I’m still stuck, in the yuck
This, of course, is just my luck

04/05/2010

Author's Note: inspired by my sisters Facebook Status

Posted on 04/05/2010
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