Alas! Too Small
“Enough! I have had enough!”
Rage bubbles inside me, fighting to the surface.
“Why couldn’t you just let it work?”
Hopelessness starts seeping in from every corner.
“Gah! I quit! I give in! You win!”
Of course this is when my husband peaks his head to inquire,
“Ah- what’s going on, honey?”
He asks in full hesitance, sure I am gearing up for a lecture.
My head falls down, I release the tears,
“My fingers are too small to tie this child’s bracelet.”
Fighting a smile, determined not to laugh,
“Take a breather, take a shower, just walk away for a bit.”
“Nope! Not going to happen, I’ll sit here trying to get it tied until I take my last breath!”
Beads ricochet around the room, the band snapping
“I’m taking a shower,”
I heard his muffled laughter all the way to the door,
The beads still sit in a dish, taunting
But the shower was refreshing
Perhaps after yoga, some meditation
My fingers will shrink to the perfect size with excellent dexterity