Ode to Summer Vacation
In the stillness of the morning
The sunbeams peaking through,
I breathe afresh the newness
And catch a whiff of poo.
The robins singing sweetly
The lovebirds softly coo,
The TV blares the siren of
Some awful kid’s cartoon.
It’s summer in the suburbs
The trees are full and green.
My kids are fighting to the death
And I’m the referee.
My coffee’s getting colder
As I count from one to three,
It’s time-out number thirty-one
But it only bothers me.
I’m blessed to have this special time
To share my children’s lives;
I’m grateful to be here with them
Each day’s a new surprise.
The toilet’s overflowing now,
Another piercing cry,
I think my son is bleeding, still
I have to go! Goodbye!
