Yearning

Unfinished poems
scratch lightly my head
bounce and flit hopefully
as I sit up in bed
But first laundry I hold
which later to fold
floors to be sweeping
more sand they keep keeping
and food to collect
prepare and inspect
for my bean is so hungry
hubby's belly's so grumbly
and the clutter is mounting
my steps I am counting
No time left to sit
for a moment to get
the words down
I do frown
yearn
my stomach churns
time
that is mine
lost
at such cost
to life