FTSF – After a Hard Day’s Work
After a hard day’s work, there is more.
Years of days have been spent
at work…
challenging,
demanding,
rewarding,
exhausting,
physical and emotional.
After a hard day’s work, there is more.
Years of after works are spent
at another job
more education,
seminars,
workshops,
meetings,
workouts,
the things required
to sustain or progress.
After a hard day’s work, there is more.
The work of being
a wife
mother
woman
begins.
After a hard day’s work, realization.
After a hard day’s work, there is more…
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This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post, where writers and bloggers gather to give their own takes on the week’s sentence. This one was “After a hard day’s work…”
Hosts: Kristi from Finding Ninee and our co-host Michelle (this week’s sentence thinker-upper) from Crumpets and Bollocks.
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Frist? This is a wonderful poem, Lisa. It makes me sad and tired. After a hard day’s work, there is more work. Maybe after a hard day’s work there’s a glass of wine? Maybe after a hard days work there’s a warm bath, long shower? A hug and a kiss? Reminds me of that old saying, a man works from dusk to dawn, but a woman’s work is never done. I love the way you wrote it, as a list. I’m glad you chose poem.
Frist, Val!
Hmm…I think there is sad and tired there, but I was hoping for a bit of a lift at the end. Guess I could have done more with that. I meant to suggest that after a hard day’s work, there are other things besides work that are important. I smell a re-work!
Lisa! I love love it. It’s so true too – the sustaining and the progress always always always takes more work. Sometimes I fantasize about being super wealthy so that somebody else would cut my yard and mulch my flowers. Really. Beautiful poem and you rock for doing it and linking up!
Not really quite sure how it ended up a poem, Kristi, but it did. No idea. Guess I looked at the other version and it just wanted to be a poem. I like this hop a lot. Some really great posts!
Oh, I can so identify with this. THIS is why I like being a SAHM. Because there is always more. And I need to conserve my energy.
I hear you.
I love this Lisa. It truly reflects the reality of a working mom especially. And how difficult it is to always have more work…
And then more.
And more.
It makes me feel so grateful I have the blessing and privilege to not have to ‘work’ like that any longer…
Yes, that’s where I was going at the end, Chris, but I don’t think I conveyed that clearly enough. At the end of all that work day, there is more to life than punching the time clock. I am so happy where I am now! Can’t say that “more” aspect to the mom role ever goes away…but I sincerely love making my own hours and working from home. And we are all better for it. I would never have guessed this would make me happy, but it does.
Ya know, I don’t even have kiddos and after a hard day’s work, I can barely keep my eyes open. I don’t know how all you parents DO it! I’m constantly amazed.
The fact that you’re writing this poem speaks volumes about your character, though. I can tell you’re a fabulous wife, mother, daughter and more. You’re phenomenally phenomenal!
Smoke and mirrors, Cyndi, smoke and mirrors. 😉
And that second part of your comment – wow! Thank you. That’s a pretty amazing thing to say and now I’m all…something. 😀
You’ve nailed it, Lisa. That utter, never ending call of work. Putiing in a full day knowing you’ve got so much yet to do there. If only you could have one more hour but no. You have to get home and pick up the mommy reins again. Brilliant. Off to share.
Thanks, Kelly. I used to wonder why my Mom took naps. Like who takes naps? Kids want to stop taking naps and there was my Mom, grabbing 20 minutes between day job and the rest of all the things. I thought she was insane. Now? I think she’s a freaking genius. My Grandmother on my Father’s side, too – every day after lunch, no matter what, somewhere between 10 and 20 minutes, no more. What could possibly be accomplished in that short a time? Well, I discovered the power of the power nap and they are seriously awesome.
Wow. Talk about hitting the nail on the proverbial head, and hitting it out of the park. This says it all. Good job.
Jamie, thank you for that very awesome positive feedback! And I don’t think I’ve ever hit a ball solidly at all, never mind out of the park! So, you know, this is good. 🙂
Well done!! This post is a frist of sorts — first time that I’ve read someone answering the prompt in poetry rather than in prose. Well done! I enjoyed it; the words evoked how profound is the work of motherhood.
Thanks, Anna. I didn’t set out to do poetry on purpose – it just sort of happened. But I’m pretty happy with it.
great post…it never ends, we just keep going on, keep working, keep moving forwrad for the next day, week, month, and year.
Thanks, Karen. Yes, very true, isn’t it?
Beautifully written, I could well relate to every word of this, you told the tale so well. Sometimes I say “oh no, there is more”, and then there are those wonderful moments when I say “thank God, there is More! XOXO
YES!!! You got the end I intended!!! The realization is that there is so much more than just the never-ending work of our days (and nights). I heart you! 🙂
I like the thought that there is always something more. It doesn’t seem monotonous to me at all. Just a simple acknowledgement that life keeps moving on.
Very true, Rabia. I think I’m liking how this piece turned out – there are different ways to look at it. All different, all true, all good. The one thing that is absolutely certain about life is that it goes on, one way or another.
Word.
😀