The Windows of My Soul: Interruptions (#130)

Interruptions (#130)
© Brenda
August 17, 1976

It doesn’t matter what I do
Or matter how I try
Interruptions fill my day
And sometimes half my night.

I would meditate upon a star
Or a sleepy blade of grass
But cries of “Mommy” fill my ears
From lad or comely lass.

I swear that something intervenes
Each time I quietly sit
To fill the need inside of me
Dear God, don’t let me quit!

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