She slumped in the chair

ran hands through her hair

rubbed tired eyes

and breathed out a few sighs.

Then came the names

of the kids whose games

drove her mad

and made her glad

the school day was over.

Oliver with his irritating grin

determined each fight to win.

Jordace with a face of thunder

throwing chairs and tables asunder.

Courtney who couldn’t sit still

until she swallowed her magic pill.

Ellis and Ryan’s two,

Michael, David, to name a few.

Those names for ever

tainted and so never

chosen for any child in my family.

Published by poetdoesarun

I started running 16 years ago to help manage anxiety and depression and found the endorphins helped me in another write my sermons for Sunday.... and then inspiration came for poetry. A Christmas present 2017 was a book by Jo Bell, challenging the reader to write a poem a week for a year. This blog showcases these and other poems composed on the run.

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