Traveling Back
Is it a child
or a grown woman
that stands before me now?
The mornings
are greeted
by the storm of you coming through,
fussing and fighting
about what all others have to do.
You are the Queen
without a throne
or that empire of riches.
When some good fortune
just happens to pass,
you take all the credit
and the bulk of the pot.
Others prop you up
allow you to live
in your world of illusions.
Heaven forbid
someone points out a fault
cause the pouting
and shouting
and that stomping around
to drown out all the sounds.
While others have to earn
make up for your slack
there's no room for thank yous
or nods for a job well done.
We can always expect
that we haven't done enough
that not so kind remark
frowns of dissatisfaction
blames for all the mess ups.
It must be nice
to be surrounded by such strong support
a security that it will never waver.
Perhaps for once
you ought to step back
appreciate that entourage
before they all walk away.
© 2016 Marie Hurt