Why is it that when I plan to spend time writing, I’m needed by everybody?
Why is it that when I’m relaxing, someone wants something?
Why is it when I’m sleeping that someone phones me?
Why is it that when I’m about to eat, there’s a knock on the door?
Why is it that when I want to shut down the computer, an email/ message comes in?
Don’t get me wrong, I do get to write…
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to help…
Don’t get me wrong, I love people who phone…
Don’t get me wrong, I love having visitors…
Don’t get me wrong, there are only spam emails I dislike…
I just wish at times I have more time to write.
I just wish at times I had superpowers.
I just wish at times I could answer in my sleep.
I just wish at times people come earlier and eat with me.
I just wish at times my computer answers emails for me.
by me: Chrissy Siggee
Archived in: 🦋 Poetry Mix
Riverside Peace 
A fun plea, roughly translated as “do please interrupt me when I’m ready”
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That’s about right. The layout has been taken over by WordPress though the two spaces between each stanza is good and I can’t fix it.
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I find myself nodding vigorously, Chrissy 👍💚💙💜🦋
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🙂
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Answering in your sleep. Now that’s a goal worth reaching. (A most interesting verse.)
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Thanks 🙂
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That’s awesome.. You enjoyed all the moments throughly..
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Thanks Athira. 🙂
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Always my pleasure 😊
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I can relate to these words Chrissy
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🙂
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