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by Renee Emerson
The laundry would be done and folded; in fact, I would have made our own clothes by hand, from sheep I raised myself. Yes, the toys would be picked up, carpets vacuum-furrowed, no dust feathering each door and picture frame. The children would obey the first time. I would not even have to ask them to obey. My hair wouldn’t frizz, I’d be thin. I wouldn’t have forgotten, I would have been there early, known what to do, who to ask. I wouldn’t have gotten the speeding ticket, the library fine. I’d garden successfully— our table would overflow with organic tomato and kale, and our kids would eat it with a smile. I’d only say nice things to you and to my in-laws, and I’d feed the sick, the poor, the needy. Dinner would be ready when you walk in the door, and it wouldn’t be tacos again.
Renee Emerson is the author of the poetry collections Keeping Me Still (Winter Goose Publishing 2014), Threshing Floor (Jacar Press 2016), and Church Ladies (Fernwood Press 2023). She lives in the Midwest with her husband and children.
I like how this poem takes mom-guilt over taking time to write poetry to its ultimate and very illogical conclusion! Everything would be perfect if we didn’t take a few moments here and there to slow down, notice things and write poetry…I never knew my poetry habit was keeping my children from cheerfully eating kale! 😆
Oh. My gosh. Can we be friends?! Thank you so much, Renee.