A child spoken to Poetic Bloomings

 A Question

 

I don’t know why

my oldest sister said it,

what I did

at about eight years old

or what the situation was.

But she said it.

“Where is your common sense?”

 

Ever after, those words haunted me

and I felt I was destined

to bumble through life

while my common sense

had hidden itself

or packed up and went on vacation.

 

Perhaps that’s why

I’m so hard on myself

when I do dumb things.

But I’m learning

that, like my writing muse,

common sense comes and goes.

It’s part of the human condition.