Living on a topsy-turvy street.

A body upon the floor
breath is the allure
filling the lungs
as the feelings are hung
left outside on the line
no longer may you whine
as others clean your linen
society guides your children
as most file paperwork
as the others go where the danger will lurk
as we claim happiness
lost in the piles of ordinariness
rather I will stand upon my feet
living on a topsy-turvy street
guiding my children
as their main mother hen.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina