This is how I feel every time I go out the door

An Excuse For Not Returning the Visit of a Friend
by Mei-Yao Ch’en (translated by Kenneth Rexroth)

Do not be offended because
I am slow to go out. You know
Me too well for that. On my lap
I hold my little girl. At my
Knees stands my handsome little son.
One has just begun to talk.
The other chatters without
Stopping. They hang on my clothes
And follow my every step.
I can’t get any farther
Than the door. I am afraid
I will never make it to your house.

[Thanks, Jen!]

2 thoughts on “This is how I feel every time I go out the door

Comments are closed.