A Bad Day, A Good Night

Nubianpoet



I’ve worked hard all day
Rough hands, tired feet
Answering the phone
Listening to upset voices
Constant stressful work issues.

Lunchtime is here,
Didn’t eat breakfast, starved
Food comes, server plops it on the table
Don’t wanna go off on her again,
Like I did the other day.

Home at last, slippers waiting for me.
I can hear the sound of bath water running
Bubbles everywhere, soft music playing
I find you in bed, willing and waiting
You beckon me to come, my towel drops
My bad day turns into a good night.

 

  • Author: Nubianpoet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 27th, 2024 05:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: Nuthin like coming home to your wife/husband after a hard day at work. It can be so enjoyable! Agree? 😉
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 9
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Comments7

  • John

    Nice you at least have that at home, nicely written poem

  • Nubianpoet

    Thanks John. Not anymore, I’m a widow .
    Maybe one day😉👍🏾

  • Teddy.15

    Your imagery is wonderful. 🤗

    • Nubianpoet

      Thanks Teddy👍🏾😉

    • Accidental Poet

      Somehow, life seems to balance out. Well penned Nubianpoet. 😉👍

    • Nubianpoet

      Thanks AP. This piece was so weird. Just popped up in my head. Mate never let me work.
      Spoiled now😞

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful words NP, maybe it will happen again as it has to me and those good nights come back.

      Andy

    • Nubianpoet

      I hear you, Andy. Thanks 4 the lovely comment & concern. Enjoy your week, dear sir.😉🌹



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