I need to get some rest, but I don’t want to sleep in bed
I should switch off my mind, but negative thoughts fill my head
I hate slaving in the fields, but I don’t want to work inside
Oh why do I feel so out of sorts? I am resisting the urge to cry!
John there are other options, can’t you leave this line of work;
When you feel so haggard all the time and your body always hurts?
Fancy going from a tailor to a farmer, my dear it really is a shame;
For your great talents are being wasted, you don’t want to end up lame.
Maira, I dislike being stuck in a work place, and hardly seeing the light
Please stop worrying about me, for it is stopping you sleeping at night
Maira, you’re over reacting, I am hardly working myself to death;
How can you suggest such a thing, when this is the only option left?
My tired head aches horribly, and now I can hardly think straight;
Oh why must I feel so rotten and lie here in this state?
I have woken baby Andrew, oh my son I am so terribly sorry;
That I disturbed you from your sleep with my behaviour so melancholy
Your Daddy wants to be here for you, but instead he is slaving away;
For 12 hours a day, 6 days a week; this is the first time I have held you today.
©Sophie Bowns 2011-2014