Desperate Housewives

Living at home
eldest of a handful of kids
she’s already seen enough of
bouncing balls
robbing Peter to pay back Paul
adding, subtracting what she
can and can’t.

She’s sick of following behind
them all.
Closing cupboard doors and
left-open drawers
(no matter what she says)

Spring, summer, fall
months roll by
year in year out
nothing changes.

The sting of life with its
rind peeled
can sometimes
reveal more than we wish
you cannot change ignorant
people who chose to spurn
the gift of learning.

She contemplates the ripples
(could sit there for eternity)

Can she really marry anyone
and become just like her mother.
Yet another of those, oh so
desperate housewives.


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For some reason the Wordle words led me in this direction this week.  Growing up in the messy endless noise and chaos, as second eldest of six kids, I know how she feels. LOL

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Author: Daydreamer

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33 thoughts on “Desperate Housewives”

  1. Desperate indeed. The bit about the open drawers and cupboards…oh I can so relate! Well done so sorry for the wait…backed up in blogger world. :/

  2. Oh well done! (I had a stab at the wordle but couldn’t fit in subracting (without it appearing forced) so had a tantrum and gave up ! :o])

    Anna :o]

  3. You capture perfectly what motherhood can look like to an onlooker. The oldest of six myself …I only had two.

  4. I resisted as long as I could….LOL….eldest of 5 here, and I all too well understand every line of this. NICE!!!!

  5. The feel of this piece is so clear, it reminds me of The Yellow Wallpaper. That weary desperation can lead to change, especially now when we do have more choices than our mothers and grandmothers had, and I love that you leave her aware and looking for a way to do that. I echo everyone here who likes the way you used the word ‘rind.’ Your piece mirrors well the image at its beginning.


  6. Beautifully captures how our dreams and lifestyles can be modified by circumstance! Love the power of the “sting of life”.

  7. Great write! I love the prominent position learning plays for her. My daughter embraces that worldview. It serves women well. Hoorah!

  8. WOW! You nailed it. After watching me be a single mom to four kids, my sister never had kids……..I’m glad I did, though. I especially love: “the sting of life with its rind peeled.” Brilliant.

  9. This one makes me wonder if my younger sister felt like this, following along and closing my proverbial drawers and cupboard doors.

  10. I think I did know a few ‘desperate’ housewives. I had a grown cousin I called Aunt…there were rooms in her house that children were not allowed in. Desperate for some control? I have vowed to and have maintained that ‘lived in look.’ Not so much out of order, but my home will never grace the cover or in-between pages of designer magazines.

    Thanks for your visit. Have a great week.

  11. The progression of thought across the stanzas is delightful. I love the last three lines of the fourth stanza; that’s a poem all on its own.


  12. My favourite word this wordle, is ‘rind’. I have loved seeing how everyone is using it.
    The sting of life with its
    rind peeled

  13. Closing cupboard doors and left open drawers — nice rhythm and really centers the poem. I am the eldest of a handful of kids, and when I was a teen, I was terrified of becoming a housewife. This poem hit me — nicely done. I like “contemplating ripples” of time. Nice.

  14. A question for contemplation, really, is how can any of us become like our parents. At my age, I wonder if my children, now as parents have realized their fears 🙂

  15. Love this… Especially the first two stanzas. I had to laugh at the end.

  16. A realistic portrayal of life’s messiness. It seems to me these are the true desperate housewives.

  17. I smiled at the ending. One would hope she would NOT grow up to be one of those ‘desperate housewives.’ Spare her!

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