I watch her as she does it all
cooks, cleans, sews,
cleans some more...
turning herself in circles around the house to
catch the crumbs and sort the mess
And I tell myself that I will make it up to her
Ill cook the next meal or perhaps do the dishes
And I read the next chapter of my book.
Hours later, the dishes wait,
and I convince myself begrudgingly to lift a finger
But I resent it.
Author notes
I chose Sloth - the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.
A contest entry
- seven deadly sins by xBluexEyedxGirlx.
600 points, ended August 30, 2007, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I think you captured this sin well in your poem. My only complaint would be that this was double-spaced rather than single-spaced. Were you just being lazy?
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I'll comment later
Too busy right now, there's some paint that won't dry if I don't watch it...
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Wonderful!
The road to hell???
What is on our minds does not always evolve into action. But guilt will eventualy yield fruit!
I loved this! Jane
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Revealing and truthful. A nice flow and a tale worth telling. Thanks for the thoughts and words.
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