Trying to get the kids off to school
without yelling or being to cruel,
up early for the bus,
a hurried sort of fuss,
hopefully to learn the golden rule.
How do I avoid nagging my teen
in a way not construed of as mean,
through his thick uncut hair
how do I make him care
when he doesn't seem to give a bean.
If I turn my head to the youngest
away from the antics of oldest
I may miss some mischief
through the junk and the stuff
It seems our third child is the boldest.
When they fight its a kid soap opera
searing psychological trauma
over a broken toy
that brought a fleeting joy
their drama like reruns of Oprah.
No matter how long they do their chores
whether cleaning their rooms or the floors
at the speed that they clean
the house stays a crime scene
we should just live in the great outdoors.
But through all this hustle and bustle
calming their tears after a wrestle
a band aid for each scrape
sometimes with extra tape
into a family hug we nestle.
Even though I feel no one listens
and surrounded by crazy chickens
there are moments of peace
at night when noises cease
when sleeping in certain positions.
As parents we redefine our joy
when we create a small cunning ploy
to create one second
in life that seems pleasant
one moment of quiet to enjoy.
© 2018 Jamie Lee Hamann