
After the rainbow sets when everything has been left wet, usually happening on Canada day.
When we so desperately want to watch ten feet up front awaiting the parade, on a day like today
We spent all this time just finding the best location and seeking the front row, so our camera's can catch that of the best accreditation to get this towns picture noticed with in the nation, only because its in the front row.
Best time of day just to catch that light, allowing our seats to entrance the embrace letting others know that this is our space,
Giving another fore gathering, I still must await my wifes escalade and help with the kids in tow.
Just to acknowledge that its now 10 minutes before the big show, and now I must rush my family to the corner of 86 and 89th. Because it has the government building in site
I don't want to lose this opportunity on this beautiful day light and what the fuck was I thinking about wanting to have this day. believing of perfection, as this is the time that Dwane goes for his midmorning sleep so momma can do all her late night dishes, that never got done.
Waking when it ain't even time to eat which by law working this job is 12pm on the dot, but that's only for me. I've tried and always usually feel tied between a rock and a hard space, when ever it comes to my job and loving my wife and trying to unite the two and feeling like I ain't got no crew only the two few, the hours and my wife.
I am so thankful that her love for me is beyond and she is always fucking bubbly, the smile on her face. Lets me know that no matter what I embrace she has my back and I cannot deny that.
The woman bore me children and for that I owe her 100 thousand million as her eyes cannot deny that we both can trace the lace of the most detailed crotchet and build a better sweater than denmark and and my great aunt named jenny enfark, who lives on 29 and 6th street, you remember the one with the big feet
Once we done, there isn't much left to do as I sit and watch the news and you still eating that left over, cake. That you got in that long ass line up, you had stars in your eyes, like Mariah Carey and her 15 minutes of fame that she got on the high light of that one foot ball game.
Baby you too cool to have me, sometimes I think your a fool, who puts too much into me and my craziness.
Sometimes a thoughtless pool. My pool of ideas, thinking about the past and the days when we can afford something new from ikea.
I tried many times to lie, to truce with my own fucked up mind. In ways to try to get you to dump me, because I don't feel so worthy to have such a beauty and a cutie who would and could do it all for me. I don't feel worthy.
I sat here and felt remorse for my stress about the lighting and time of day trying to selfishly to tie the two of my best worlds not realising how much I am trying to intertwine and abide by the pressures of the two measured pleasures of my kids and my wife, just to try and get more out of my cubed box where i spend most of the day away from what truly matters, this isn't a ladder of success its the opposition and a division from my coworker trying to uprise and take without guilt all the time I spent wasted thinking about how to appease my boss and enhance my tax bracket.
This ain't the life I gotta live because when things are to work with out all the estatatic and I should be a little more less frantic. Hell look at my attic and see the past seven years and your time you cant deny or even lie to think although all those files that were denied you can make up for it and put out a new slay and let all these hard earned work days, pay you..
You know who has always had your back and who was a part of your crew, it's time to inherit what's owed to you, now stop being a fool and lets get this cash like nobody's business, baby you ready to witness
About the Creator
Barbara Reno
I am an indigenous woman, at the at of 35.. I love to create stories, embrace the love of semi truth and fiction of revelation into creative writing that helps me whenever I want to entrance the world around me by gifting my little stories



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