I sit here in my bedroom trying
hard to write
But down the tiled passage I hear
my grandsons fight
Then that becomes all noised out
with the humming of a drill
They’re fixing up my house now and
that is quite a thrill.
The girls are sharing quarters,
tiny squashed and hot
They’re fixing up their bedrooms to
a more delightful spot
The pool is fixed and glassed now,
the patio is paved
Its looking just the way that I have always craved
But the house is cluttered up with
boxes of our stuff
I sweep and wipe and clean up all
the nasty dust
So writing down a story or putting
down a poem
Is something of a challenge while they recreate my home.
But soon it will be over and my
house will be a place
Where I can put down words at a
more creative pace
I cannot wait to sit on my
sheltered patio
And let amazing stories from my
pencil flow.
By Helen Fenwick
March 2008
