home blues
Carla Soares
home blues
our blues a waking sleeping waking song
in between the lines a promised home
you set the table you clean the dishes I do the washing you do the shopping
I prepare our food we rest sometimes
we birth children raise children love children
You’ll be late one day from some meeting and lots of traffic a fenderbender don’t rush I say some day
we’ll bury the parents let the kids go
to sing their own blues this day will arrive unannounced unexpected unwanted maybe
the unwitting poetry of a promised home
meanwhile we must decide on holidays
all those museums sandy beaches
we’ll go to the movies tonight you promised so many things you promised
please open that window so stuffy inside no don’t it’s cold rain will seep in come to bed turn of the TV it’s bad for you
don’t sleep on the couch again
move over here these sheets are so cold
and sometimes I dream weird blues
Carla Soares