Two challenges this month may have been too much, even under quarantine, since the realities of parenting and household maintenance don’t stop because of a pandemic (and as established, I do still have some work responsibilities, which can eat up a surprising part of the day).
That being said, I am caught up on NaPoWriMo, I just need to post, and I have yesterday’s A-to-Z ready to go. I haven’t done today’s yet (though I know what I’m doing) and I full-on skipped my “I” entry, to return to it on Saturday when I have spare time. I got a little overly ambitious with what I wanted to try and was not in the mental or physical/environmental space to actually realize it. So, this weekend, we hope.
For now, a return to some simple microns.
January Hymn
To clear away the snow
And green the ground below
Is this a better way to spend the day?
Keeping the winter at bay
Before you left
When I could see your breath lead
Where you were going to
And maybe it will all come back to me
Seeing, oh, January, oh
And all my teens in tow
Stuffed in strata of clothes
Wandering the gray memorial park
A fleeting beating of hearts
Before she left
When I could see her breath lead
Where she was going to
And maybe it will all come back to me
Seeing, oh, Janu…
Oh, January, oh
