The Anoited One

Written
2011

 The Anointed One

 

You end up catching the hot potato,

         get the last and short straw

         and call heads when tails is coming up.

 

Unlucky you shout,

         cursed by the stars

         black cloud over your head.

 

Really not so,

         luck it is not

         for you are the Anointed One.

 

You get up early Sunday morning

         and the collateral damage from last night’s party

         is all over the house.

 

Garbage can is soon full,        

         refrigerator cleaned

         sink full of dishes done.

 

Grandma is sick

         and far away

         so hop to it.

 

Wash basket is full

         and complaints ring out

         announcing nothing to wear,

 

You are appointed to a committee

         the chair assigns duties

         and only get it done.

 

Chair asks your help

         and you do everyone else’s task

         as the chair takes a bow.

 

A major family squabble bubbles up

         your e-mail box soon fills

         with requests to settle the problem.

 

Referee, worker bee, fixer of all things

         is not bad luck

 for you are Can Do, The Anointed One

 

When you feel tired

         and depressed

         cheer up.

 

Do not curse your luck,

         enjoy the privlidge of being recognized

         as more competent than others.

 

For there is no life reward

         that can compare

         with being able to do!

        

        

 

           

 

        

        

 

Notes
This poem was written for daughter Adrienne. She does things so well that folks let her do more than her share. She enjoys this and volunteers often. But now an again she gets to feeling that she has sucker written on her forehead.