I’m suddenly so busy; I don’t know where to start I decided last week to try my hand at art Monday morning came, and I trotted off to town Got soaked on the way as the rain thundered down
The art group was crowded, taking turns with the paint and I really do not have the patience of a saint I left rather early as I didn’t want to wait with half a piece of work that I didn’t think was great
Tuesday morning is my own; perhaps time to write I’m short on ideas, so will my piece be trite? My imagination frazzled; do I really want to try, or shall I stop here and now and simply say goodbye?
Tuesday afternoon, I’m at the gardening group It gets pretty chilly; I was glad I’d taken soup But nothing’s really growing, and the flowers are dead I’ll wait till the spring and do something else instead
Wednesday night, I’m drumming; I have a brilliant time I’m really in my element and feeling quite sublime Thursday afternoons, I pick litter in the park We walk around in twos like the creatures in the Ark
Friday comes around, and I have time for myself I just cannot settle like the Elf on the Shelf* I ought to read or write, but my concentration’s poor not helped by the postman who is knocking at my door
Saturday at last, and I am seeing my best friend I hope that our relationship will never, ever end We’ll have lunch together; dip our biscuits in our tea We think so similarly, and we rarely disagree
And finally, Sunday comes, and I’m free to lie in bed I sleep too heavily and wake up with a sore head The shopping comes from Tesco; now there’s food to eat I snuck a bar of chocolate in; my happiness complete!
*Elf on the Shelf (for those who don’t know it) is a classic game that children get involved in at Christmas. There is a toy elf, and the parents/carers place it in different places around the home every night, so delighted children think the elf is moving around itself. My youngest grandchildren are sure that the elf is magic because of this!
I feel lost without the space where I once sat And the easy way I used to be able to chat About so much that was bothering me Dealing with it all in my now absent therapy
I’m now on a waiting list; I hope a place comes soon Feelings and sentiments are confusingly strewn What to do with all this time that goes so slowly by Waiting for a new assessment; I hope I qualify
I miss the reassurance that I could cope I like to think I can, and I still have that hope I must find other means with which to fill my days Emotion, when choked back, finds other ways
I’ve found myself with lots of empty holes to fill I somehow have the energy; I need to find the will Thought I’d visit a workshop to try my hand at art A brand new shiny hobby I could possibly start
Wednesday night, I’m going to circle drumming Listen to guitars in the next room gently strumming Beating the drums will get pent-up feelings out Dispelling anxious tension, I have no doubt
I don’t need to be perfect; just try to keep the beat It’s easy to catch on to; no need to be discreet It’s about celebrating life and having lots of fun I’m passionate about it, and I’m not the only one
Thursday afternoons, I’ll go out picking litter Even when the weather is absolutely bitter I’m with a group of people; wouldn’t dare to go alone Filling council bags with rubbish that’s been thrown
Papers, tickets, fag ends scattered in the park It keeps us very busy until it’s almost dark Doing something positive to while away the time As out of my despair, I’m slowly learning to climb.