Once again, I missed her.
My siren.
There she was singing to me about new stories,
Sitting right beside me,
While I plodded on with office work,
Waiting for it to be over,
So I could write down what she was telling me.
Now I sit with smartphone in hand,
Clueless of what
I was sure to have memorized.
My siren is long gone,
Disappointed at being ignored,
Suspecting of my love.
This is what happens when
You spend too much time with Work.
I hope she knows it isn’t what it looks like!
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your Muse will come back, Shaily; she is like Jesus, forgiving and giving 🙂
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Thank you, John! I hope she hears you
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We all have such a siren. Sorry to hear that you missed yours.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks, Pete! I guess I am used to it now but she is not
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Muy dear Shaily, what you share has truly touched my heart. Your sensitivity and the way you express your feelings are a true gift. It’s not always easy to balance what the day demands from us and what we carry inside, but you do it with an honesty that inspires. Thank you for opening that window and showing us your world — you’re a warm hug in words. Big kiss!
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Thank you, Yvonne! That’s everyday life for me. 😄
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