The morning rush...

This post is a bit of a departure from the norm.

First of all, it's in poetry form.

Secondly, it's written from the perspective of a child.

If you are wondering whether I've finally lost it, don't give up quite yet.   Poetry is something that I've dipped in and out of for years, usually in the form of writing some personalised verses for people who are celebrating birthdays and anniversaries. You get the idea.

The first draft of this particular poem was written some time ago but, for various reasons, it never saw the light of day. Having had one of those mornings today with my two, I recalled its lonely existence on my back-up drive. 

Those of you who are parents will, I hope, identify with one or two of the scenarios described below...

Mornings in my house are always a rush

From the moment I waken, my mum starts to fuss

She opens the curtains and lets in the light

Up until now I thought it was night

“Time to get up” I hear her say

And so begins a brand new day

If I’m honest I must confess

I’d much rather have a longer rest

First a wash and then I get dressed

And sort out my hair as it’s in a big mess

By breakfast time we’re running late

I’ve scarcely time to clean my plate

Cutlery and bowls are quickly scooped up

Before I’ve drained the last from my cup

I clean my teeth before I go

Quickly and thoroughly – not too slow

Then I hear those words - “Look at the time!

We need to leave by ten to nine!”

Mum says we have to get to school

I know that already – I’m not a fool

I go to the cupboard and grab my boots

Try to get each one on the right foot

Lunch money – where on earth did I pack it?

Then it’s time to deal with my jacket

My bag is ready, my gym kit’s there

Along with a pocket comb for my hair

Mum hunts frantically for her key

We’re not always late because of me

The front door opens and we all troop out

What on earth was all the fuss about?

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