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I Am Tapping My Night Away

Updated on April 28, 2017

I Went To Bed Early

I was out in the yard putting down some red mulch

Luckily it got dark first

So I was forced to come in

I start something and I keep going and going

Trying to do too much

It is all the time I have

So I push myself to the limit

I know tomorrow is another day

Our schedule is tough

We have little room for error

We leave early and come home late

We both work nights

We spend early mornings together

We make it work

It isn't without it's challenges

If the weather turns lousy on our days off

I can't always do what I want to do

Then I have to pick up the pace at different times

Squeezing in all I can

Until I can't do no more

My body starting to feel tired

Lack of light made me stop

When I walked in the door

I felt my aches that I ignored before

It wasn't long after

I was ready for bed

As I slept my wife came in later

She was wound up tighter than a drum

Even though she wanted sleep

Her body wasn't ready

She talked and rolled

Tossed like a garden salad

Back and forth

Up and down

I told her I was sleeping so nice

Not a care in the world

I tried to hold her in my arms

Talk to her

Ask what 's on her mind

Comfort her because that is what husbands do

She settled down into a restful sleep

Now I can't sleep

So I got up

I will let my keyboard do the talking for me

Outside my window is pitch black

Even my neighbors are asleep

Our own cat is in dreamland

Probably chasing a mouse or escaping through our feet

Roaming the great outdoors

I watch the clock read one o'clock

Now it is two

Will there be three and a four

I am not sure

My eyes half closed and back propped up against the back of my kitchen chair

I feel like a puppet on a string

I had the past two days off

They were relaxing

Back to work tomorrow

I had most of the windows in our home open

To let the beautiful fresh air circulate

There is nothing like it

I get it from my mom

She loved to have the windows open

Bringing back wonderful memories

I forgot about it till now

My mom and I agreed on many things

Then again we probably disagreed on just as many

My mother would remember when everyone in her family passed away

Then when that day came every year she would be sad

I told her to remember when people are born and celebrate their life

She heard me but couldn't change even if she wanted to

I remember every month my mother would get in such a blue mood

If I asked her what's the matter

She would say nothing

Then if I asked her later and again after that

She would give the same response

By the fourth or fifth time she would finally open up

She acted as if I should know

Then she would tell me this is when one of her loved ones died

My mother was a happy go lucky person most of the time

But this is one time she was really depressed

I tried to get her to talk about it

I think it was too painful even to think about

I tried to have fun and do something nice

It wouldn't happen

It was like she wanted to be sad

I became sad

Well mom today is your sisters birthday

I rather enjoy her special day

I don't know all the days my family passed

I never asked

You took the list with you

You did write their birthdays down

Your sisters birthday is today

So I will think of you two together

April 30th was your birthday

You would of turned eighty eight years old

It has been five years since I seen you last

I talk to you often during the day and before bed

I haven't seen you in my dreams

I think you are busy with the rest of your family

Everyone is fine

We are all getting a little older

My brother Johns birthday was April 25th

On July 25th he will be gone one year

I guess you rubbed off on me

I try not to remember when ...

Then life has little reminders that bring even the saddest memories back

I celebrated his birthday

I pictured both of you laughing together

Having a good time

Talking about the weather

Cloudy and rainy here

When is the sun going to come out ?

Maybe tomorrow

Then again another day of rain

Crazy isn't it

We may be in heaven and have wings

But meteorologist we are not












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    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Our loved ones come back into our memories always but we also know they are not far away, ever with us and watching over us. I am in the last stages of the April poetry challenge and with other things going on I am keeping pace some days by pumping in 3 or 4 poems at a clip numbering them neatly. I will be glad that I got through another April. I leave you with a link of the poem I wrote in honor of my dad's birthday which was on April 23 and it was his 112 birthday talk about time flying. He left me when I was ten. Hope you enjoy it. Comes from my poetry blog.

      https://nothingbutpoetry.wordpress.com/2017/04/25/...

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      manatita44 3 weeks ago from london

      Nice ending. A sweet and charming wifely interaction. I like it! Yeh, sometimes we don't remember the things we should. Happy brthday to your sister, and loving thoughts to her on this day. Peace, Bro.

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      Michael-Milec 3 weeks ago

      A vivid paronamic promonade in your well ilustrated poem. You have made your life busier as for scheduling ( wanting more at the same time). Some noticable points :the body is earthly, reminding us at at pace..

      (Last week on Friday I was finishing an office unit for next day occupancy. Some complication arised. It was fourteen and a quater hours since I was away from my bed and after I loded my van, onother hour mostly Highway driving home. My body was at the end of enthusiasm: over fourteen thousand steps, over seven mile walking during those hours of production. Thank God, for hot shower, good meal and restfull sleep.)

      Those aging signs are good reminder , Faster we get tired, slower we regain rest and strength. I remember all was easier thirty two years ago when I was fifty...

      Yet sometimes it slips our mind there is another tommorrow for continuation. Our generation is missing good judgment of prioritization, (me too). Your Mom left a remacable legacy : love and concern for those derar to the heart... They are part of our presence, we only need to be mindful of...Some day we might meet again...

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      Michael-Milec 3 weeks ago

      A vivid panoramic promenade of events in your well illustrated poem. You have made your life busier as for scheduling ( more tasks at the same time). Some noticeable points :the body is earthly, reminding us at at pace.. (Last week on Friday I was finishing an office unit for next day occupancy. Some complications came . It was fourteen and a quoter hours since I was away from my bed and after I loaded a van, another hour mostly Highway driving home. My body was at the end of enthusiasm: some fourteen thousand steps, over seven mile walking during those hours of production. Thank God, for hot shower, good meal and restful sleep.)

      Those aging signs are good reminder , Faster we get tired, slower we regain rest and strength. I remember all was easier thirty two years ago when I was fifty...

      Yet sometimes it slips our mind there is another tomorrow for continuation. Our generation is missing good judgment of prioritization. Your Mom left a remarkable legacy : love and concern for those dear to the heart... They are part of our presence, we only need to be mindful of...Some day we might meet once again...

      @PS Michael, id tis is duplicated, disregard it please. The same I have send and seemingly didn't pass. Thanks

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      DREAM ON 3 weeks ago

      Gypsy Rose Lee I am sorry that you lost your dad at such a young age. I will check out your hub.I am sure you did amazing in your poetry challenge. I don't know where the years go. Some days seem to go by so slow and others like a blink of an eye. To experience each day in a special way by writing about it is my way of remembering a day gone past or reading it again brings back a memory to make it last. Thank you for sharing.

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      DREAM ON 3 weeks ago

      Manatita 44 Thank you for your special wishes. I look at what I love the most and try to break down my life in little tiny pieces. My wife is guiding me and then I get to expand on her help. You and other very special people here on HubPages give me encouragement and friendship that gives me the energy to find time to write. Thank you so much. Have a great weekend.

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      DREAM ON 3 weeks ago

      Michael- Milec I have trying to do so much lately and it took so long for me to get back to comment. I don't like to rush my comments and like to do a personal thank you the best I can. You do all that in your eighties Wow!!!! I get up early and go to bed late and have a list a mile long of things I would love to do next. I try to find new ways to be more efficient and loving at the same time. It's a working progress. Thank you for resenting your comment. I kept both because it showed how much you care. Thank you so much.

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