I have my own list

What could I possibly do alone?  This is a question to ask an introvert?  I have my own list.  Trust me, I am not bored.  I miss my beloved, in Florida with his parents.  I miss my daughter, coming and going to the Concert of the Year all weekend.  I miss my son, living in Minnesota.  Yes.  Bored?  No.  I have my own list of possibilities.  I add things to it all the time.

They were worried

I wouldn*t have enough to do

While they were gone.

My family.

I love them.

They left me lists

Of things to do

So I would not

Be bored

While they were gone.

My family.

I love them.

I have my own list.

It comes to me

In the silence

Of the cat

Kneading his paws

On my lap;

The cardinal

Singing the day in

And out.

I will shop for new pajamas

At Target

This evening

When I am not

Cooking dinner.

I will browse IKEA tomorrow,

Find a side table to hold the tissues

In my office.

I will watch people

The whole time.

Even now I sit and hear the train whistles

Blow loud, then softer

Then they disappear

Entirely.

I have my own list.

I add things to it

As I do them.