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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