Doctor Grandma

If anything keeps me up at night

besides worrying about my kids,

it’s worrying I haven’t done enough,

no matter how much I did.

Enough connecting,

making friends,

caring for someone in need,

enough praying,

painting, reading,

texting grandkids,

But who decides, what is enough?

what if I’ve done what I could?

I HAVE done SOMETHING, even if small,

We are not perfect,

we don’t have to do it all,

and I may need to learn

what’s enough relaxation?

enough free time,

for just being me,

staying in tune with my own body

and doing what it needs,

taking more time for other things

— and enough time for SLEEP.

cfblack 7-12-2024

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