What menial task shall I do this time,
to keep the worry at bay?
The ironing's done,
so is the washing;
and the children are all in bed.
There's nothing good on the telly these days.
Just soaps full of unrealistically dysfunctional families...

Oh...I've already hovered,
twice today actually.
No mending to be done...

There's just nothing to do,
but sit here;
back rigid
lip split
cheek bleeding
nails raw
eyes bloodshot
with worry,
wishing I could cry.
I wait

until you come home…