Was going to work tonight, brought my <br />documents home for a preliminary study <br />of all I have to do - then my characters <br />continued their adventures <br /> <br />English Lions arrived, hubby delirious in <br />front of the TV; I made a salad - Tiaan <br />happily coughing; Nici making a video <br />with photos from Namaqualand <br /> <br />Playing to the song of “Forgive me Delilah, <br />the world will never be the same and you’re <br />to blame” to replace the video lost in the <br />theft of December <br /> <br />I’m delirious myself - dishes to be washed; <br />we read Wintersmith; Annagramma turning <br />into a real witch, she saved Tiffany’s life; <br />I’m bewildered - where should I stow <br /> <br />All the joy - how should I fall back to earth, reading <br />stupid, boring letters addressed to the President <br />as if he would be reading the hackneyed advice <br />of the self-satisfied… <br /> <br />3 June 2009<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delirious-myself-6-3-2009/
