I decided to revisit my fifth grade gifted and talented class days and try my hand at poetry again. I call this “Sketch of a Typical Morning in the J Household”. Just a rough draft, nothing serious. I’m not liking the way WordPress adds a whole giant space every time I go to the next line, but whatryagonnado…
Hubby and I walking through Central Park
What is that ruffling sound?
Is hubby crinkling a plastic bag?
Tap tap click clack
Is that a train approaching?
That doesn’t sound like hubby
Heavy weight on my body
Something squishing my cheeks together
[beautiful dream fading]
That’s not hubby.
Eyes flutter, open halfway
I look to my right. It’s Y.
Up at 6:30
Busy as a bee arranging blocks in a line and shuffling papers
Better get up before she gets to the fridge
She always does.
Come on, Diane, you can do it
Up, up, up!
Outta bed sleepy head!
Where’s mom with that annoying Time to Get Up song when you need her?
Why do I NEVER feel like I had enough sleep…
Oh I know. Probably because each child generally wakes up at least twice…so I really DON’T get enough sleep…
And now I’m pregnant….
Woe is me… Ok enough of the pity party
[Finally extracts self out of bed as slowly as humanly possible]
Let’s see the mess she’s caused so far
Ok, not too bad, only three toy baskets overturned.
At least all the food is still in the fridge. Let’s count our blessings
“Y, let’s go into the other room for a few minutes until big brother wakes up” (maybe mommy can even steal another few winks…)
10 minutes later (or 15? Who can tell)
That’ll be him!
Time to start the day
Any legit poets out there, I’m open to constructive criticism, but be gentle please! I’m rusty after…17 years 😉