Five Minutes Copyright © 2009 Julie Sea-Borne

I just want five minutes to myself,
Thatʼs really all I ask.
Five minutes to relax,
Or perform some vital task.

Five minutes to have a shower,
To call a neglected friend.
Five minutes to have a coffee,
Or sort out post to send.

I just want five minutes to myself,
Maybe read the paper alone.
Five minutes to sit down,
And sigh at my untidy home.

Five minutes to phone the bank,
But know that if I do.
Sheʼll come, at full gallop, screaming,
‟Mummy, I want a poo!”

And as Iʼm dealing with their enquiries,
To cries of ‟Mummy, come and wipe!”
I raise my eyes to heaven and think,
Oh god, is this really my life?

I just need five minutes to myself,
Quite a reasonable little plea.
I must have five minutes to myself,
To try and remember what itʼs like to be me.