I stay at home, drink tea, mind blank,
off and on, though in my defence

no one at work has mentioned the lack
or are too polite to interrupt my trance.

I assume they talk behind my back,
discuss my placid flush, my hollow acceptance.

It’s as if she isn’t there. Cut her some slack
Must be the hormones shifting her balance.

My mum went loo-la, completely out of whack
She just sits there. It’s as if she missed her chance.