Sarah Misses Them

Sarah slowly makes her way through the malaise Wading through molasses Walking through treacle She’s careful not to say a word out of place She tacitly complies with every necessary evil She mirrors the masses She parrots the people From half 8 to half 9 she works zero hours And does everything in her power to get home before 10 In an attempt to catch the last fading rays emanating from the beaming faces of her sunsеtting children More often than not, thеy’re already in bed More often than not, she misses them But sometimes her eldest is still awake So they sit at the kitchen table Carve up, share out and savour the paltry remains of the day These moments are small but restore her faith in balance and order The divine system of scales and weights Which dictate we must sublimate our wills to be bent by higher whims It will all be worth it, she will be rewarded in the end When she’s repaid in time which she’ll spend Second by second Minute by minute Buying back lost hours with her children Buying back lost hours… But what happens when they’ve fled the nest, what then? What happens if they’ve got no time to spend, what then? What then? What then? What then…