Time For A Chat? - A Poem
The trouble is I like to chat!
Nothing anyone can do about that,
To sit and talk
About our days
Put the world to rights
(To coin a phrase)
Is really just my cup of tea,
I'd rather talk than watch T.V.!
I'm sure that when I met him,
My husband mas just the same,
But now I'm lucky
If he hears a word I say...
So I'll come home from work
With some exciting news,
I'll start to tell my husband
But then my ego is a little bruised
To see him staring at Facebook
Nodding now and then,
He's pretending to listen!
I'LL NEVER SPEAK AGAIN!
The only conversation, in my head.
Of course it doesn't last that long
Some things just need to be said...
So I'll talk about the weather
(I am from England you know)
I'll talk about what we've got to eat
And that I'd like to show
Him this book I'm reading
It's all about art
With some pictures I'm sure he'd like,
But then he says
What's for dinner love?
And my mouth just goes on strike!
I'd already told him that,
He's not listening to me
So while I'm sulking this time,
I decide it's probably me.
If I only speak of one thing at once
Then I would probably see
Some understanding in his eyes,
Maybe some interest too
If we had a proper
I wouldn't feel so blue!
So I try to think of something to say,
Some deep and meaningful line.
Something that will engage his brain!
He'll listen to me this time!
But then he starts to chuckle
At the computer screen,
Oh come and watch this YouTube clip,
It really must be seen!
I've forgotten what I was going to say now...
So we have a little chuckle
At the internet,
Then I go off
To cook the tea,
But my husband wants a chat!
Some engineering problem
That's confounded him that day,
Numbers and equations
A foreign language some might say...
So I pretend to listen
As politely as I can,
I'll nod in all the right places,
And he'll think I understand!
Some more poetry by Jennifer Stone
- Where Has My Sense Of Humour Gone? (Poem)
A poem about losing my sense of humour, and my cheesy attempt to get it back!
- The End! - A Poem About The Beginning...
This poem is about the end of the world... Or a new beginning!
- Ruby - A Poem
This is the first of a series of 3 poems about the different faces of death. They are all inspired by the time I spent working with the elderly in care, and helping people stay comfortable and dignified at the time of their death was part of my job.