Ok it's sad that I haven't written

Hello all who have chosen to follow, I"m sure you have forgotten me. And who's to blame you.

There has not been much time. There has only been time for work and for worry. But I have been trying to deal with the worry because I have things to say. The problem is I have little time to say them. But it is the worry that prevents this, not the work. The work has been good. But the worry interferes with everything.

One assumes, from time to time, that one is a good writer. I think perhaps I am, sometimes. I have written some very good poetry. LOL, I am not under the impression that I will get rich from writing poetry. However, I am a poet and there's nothing to be done about that. Here's one short one:

In the quiet of the almost autumn night, there is sliver of peace
While the cell phone charges and the house rests with its bills mostly paid and its worry at a temporary nadir.
In this quiet of the almost autumn night, there is reflection, or at least the time for same.
While the cars slow going by as if they were looking in my windows.
In this quiet of an almost autumn night, I am taking some time from worry, guilt and gnashing of teeth to wonder
I am wondering. I have to know that I can't fix it. But even if I could I might choose not to. I have already, perhaps, fixed too much.

Okay you guys, sorry for the long hiatus. Hang in there with me.

Warmly Margaret