It’s not been a good day
What’s going on?
I plan stuff with friends, but then
They cancel —
My mom seems to find fault with
Everything I do —
You know,
“Ever think of getting a real job?”
Like my painting
Is some kind of game
Which friends?
In the last couple weeks,
Both Claire and Leslie
And your mom giving career advice?
She let hers nearly consume her
Yeah, well, she’s
Getting up there in age, there’s
No real reasoning with her
I think what you do is
A ‘real’ job, for what that’s worth
Thank you, dear, but
If I add it all up, I’m barely scraping
Minimum wage
Well, first of all,
That’s not true, your math
Is horrible.
Second of all…
Do you think she is right?
She’s not, but
Do you think so?
When you have no value as
A friend and
You have no value as
A worker
It’s not been a good day
Both Claire and Leslie
Have relied on you when times got tough,
Haven’t they?
Being useful and
Being loved are
Two different things.
I know what you’re saying,
And you are right, of course,
But it hurts to feel like
You aren’t any kind of priority
I totally get that
And as for my mom,
I don’t know how many years she has left, but
I wish I could think
She was proud of me, instead
Of critical
Yes.
‘Not a good day’
Is a fair way to describe it.
At least you have that pillow.
It’s very reliable and
Non-judgmental
We need more of those
Amen
I love this! It rings very true. These poetic dialogues are great.
Been there. LIVE THERE. But my mom gave me a beautiful compliment a few days ago. 😊