Born into a family that didn’t care
Made to do more than her fair share
Overlooked because she was a girl
Watched her sad life unfurl
Worked to bring home the bread
Treated with contempt instead
It became harder each day to cope
And yet she did not lose hope
She just wanted her own home
And waited for that day to come
She married a man with two kids
She thought, of this house, I’ll be rid
Things though became more dire
She was little more than a maid for hire
Less a home, more a hell
Not a soul could she tell
Beaten, abused, when she did no wrong
But all through it her faith stayed strong
Then her tormenter died
Finally there was no need to hide
Brought up the kids as best she could
They never lacked for love or food
Then they grew up and were gone
And so her duty was done
All these years they never looked back
It’s their company she lacks
Her bones are tired, her spirit is spent
And she knows she's nearing her end
As her weary eyes look for respite
So begins her long day’s journey into night
*Written to fit this brief: I've always been a sucker for a good title. For me, the title sets the tone of the poem/book/movie and a good one will at least make me pause to dig deeper. That's why I endeavor to find the best title I can for my own poems as well. The first thing a prospective reader sees before anything else is the title. With that in mind, I choose as the title for this week's Prompt:
"Long Day's Journey Into Night"
Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to write a poem that MUST use this famous title as a phrase somewhere in your poem but CAN NOT be the title of your own poem.
© 2013 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
Made to do more than her fair share
Overlooked because she was a girl
Watched her sad life unfurl
Worked to bring home the bread
Treated with contempt instead
It became harder each day to cope
And yet she did not lose hope
She just wanted her own home
And waited for that day to come
She married a man with two kids
She thought, of this house, I’ll be rid
Things though became more dire
She was little more than a maid for hire
Less a home, more a hell
Not a soul could she tell
Beaten, abused, when she did no wrong
But all through it her faith stayed strong
Then her tormenter died
Finally there was no need to hide
Brought up the kids as best she could
They never lacked for love or food
Then they grew up and were gone
And so her duty was done
All these years they never looked back
It’s their company she lacks
Her bones are tired, her spirit is spent
And she knows she's nearing her end
As her weary eyes look for respite
So begins her long day’s journey into night
*Written to fit this brief: I've always been a sucker for a good title. For me, the title sets the tone of the poem/book/movie and a good one will at least make me pause to dig deeper. That's why I endeavor to find the best title I can for my own poems as well. The first thing a prospective reader sees before anything else is the title. With that in mind, I choose as the title for this week's Prompt:
"Long Day's Journey Into Night"
Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to write a poem that MUST use this famous title as a phrase somewhere in your poem but CAN NOT be the title of your own poem.
© 2013 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
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