My Schedule

I wrote this poem last Saturday during a poetry workshop at the Oregon Christian Writers’ 1-day winter conference. The assignment, if you will, was to write a poem similar to one titled “Holiday Concert” by Maryann Corbett. This is what I came up with. And when I read it to the group, it made me cry.

My Schedule

He needs my help; I don’t have time
I’m too busy with Bible study lessons,
calling all my ladies, leaving voicemails
They don’t want to talk
But he does, he needs me

He needs my help, my love, my advice
But there’s laundry to do, poems to write
Groceries to buy—milk, eggs, more canned goods
just like the ones already in the pantry
I’m just too busy, it never ends

He needs my help; I promise “tomorrow”
or the next day, but there’s a conference
I simply must attend, and a poem to write
and a funeral to drive to in another state,
and then work. Still he waits, patiently

But I wonder, does he know how much
I love him so, I want to help him
to listen to his woes, to encourage him
Once I’m done paying the bills and
doing the taxes and sorting the mail

One day I’ll look back and wonder why
he wasn’t a bigger part of the endless
schedule of less important things

3/10/15 Update: Linked this today for the Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub where Anthony is calling for confessions. This seemed to fit.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


18 Responses

  1. I think back sometimes with some regret that I didn’t spend more quality time with my daughter. Yes, there was always, work, shopping, bills etc. Your poem touched me and I can understand why you cried.

  2. Some priorities just have to be met, and too often the priority of our loved ones is somewhere down the list, a little too far down the list. You can’t go back, either. We live too much in our minds, and not right here, right now.

  3. This is such a raw and honest confession and I’m so glad it didn’t end the way I thought it was going to…with it being ‘too late’ for you to make the time in your schedule to give him the help he was asking for and needed. That was my story and I regret that.

  4. Oh this is so very true for many of us, I think. We really do need to think of spending time with people who are important to us instead of doing all kinds of things that are much less important. A very real ‘confession’ indeed.

  5. def. if we wait until we find the time we will never… it’s good to put the important things first and do all the rest later…

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