Poetic Earth

June 23.2025

It was supposed to be a restful day.

But how often does that actually occur?

All the laborious duties were done for the week.

Thank god. I don’t think I could get any more sun burnt.

Knocks on wood.

The goal for Monday was to write and then continue reading my fantasy novel.

The children laugh and play.

Heads covered by their blankets.

Little sprite ghosts running through the RV.

“Don’t jump!”

I cry aloud, not taking my eyes from the laptop screen.

They don’t listen.

I type.

Tend to the kids.

Type.

Tend to kids.

But then… silence.

I peer around my bedroom door in disbelief.

They never take naps.

But today they do!

So I type faster.

And faster.

And faster!

And finish editing my chapbook.

4 hours later.

I hear the pitter patter of toddler feet.

Chaos has risen.

I guess that’s my que.

Time to shower and take them to the store to buy dinner.

It was supposed to be a restful day.

And indeed it was.

Happy Monday lovelies! I hope you have a beautiful week.