We were late
getting Sally to school today.
She complained
that I sat too long in my underwear at my stupid computer.
I reminded her that
I had to ask her five times to get in the tub.
And she was silent.
She reached around me
for her seatbelt as I strapped her sister in the very back seat.
I said, Oh Sally, I love you too, let me give you a hug my little sweetheart baby girl.
She laughed
and then remembered she was mad at me.
We dropped her off. I have given up
on making her give me a kiss before she gets out of the car.
Instead, she tells me, over her shoulder as she runs into the building,
Love you too Mom, be safe.
I looked in my side mirror as the door slid open
And felt my glasses smash into my face, the pinch of rigid plastic mashed into my eye socket
And didn’t feel her kiss.
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So cute. Thanks for giving me a little something to smile at!
You are the next Dr. Seuss!! What a wonderful poem… right? Not reality?
(hope your nose is ok)
Jane Reply:
April 22nd, 2009 at 9:39 pm
Is poem, but did really happen — about 5 minutes before I wrote this. Nose is fine. Thanks.
LOL…went to get the boys on the bus this morning and T found himself a glass of tea…not a clue in heck where…anyway driving o the bus stop and he hollers halfway there “I need a new shirt…you made my tea jump”
arrrggghhhhh
steff
Jane Reply:
April 23rd, 2009 at 3:45 pm
I love how it’s always our fault.
What’s the name for a poem about something that really happened? I like the poetic prose kick you’re on right now. Very inspiring. Sorry about your eye, though.
Jane Reply:
April 23rd, 2009 at 3:44 pm
“What’s the name for a poem about something that really happened?”
Nonfiction?
(and thanks!!)
Love it. Awesome poem and school drop off. M’s not too old to stop kissing me good bye yet, the hardest part is how much she loves daycare, and when we get there, she’s just ready to find someone or something to play with, while I stand there, calling, trying to get her attention to get a kiss and a kuggle.
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