Spoons clatter
shoes gone
voices shatter
the morning calm
…
Urgency trills
panicked regrets
clashes of wills
tightening nets
…
A falling bowl
tears and spins
time stolen
breakfast binned
…
Fear swells
anger beckons
frustration looms
insults reckon
…
Clenching jaws
voices hoarse
limping forwards
full of remorse
…
Kisses offered
apologies wielded
recaps laboured
lectures steeled
…
Silence looms
heavy hearts
‘Why is this so
freaking hard?’
Dedicated to all the parents who manage to get their kids out of the door each morning (whether gracefully or chaotically). Today’s version was definitely the latter.
