Another Hurry-scurry Day

(A mother’s morning lament)

By Gloria Sauve

Ring, ring
Jolts me out of bed
Causes pounding in my head

Tick tock
Stop the clock
I can’t even find my sock

Lead, lead
In my feet
Sleeping children look so sweet

Splish splash
On my face
Time to join the morning race

Flip, flop
Down the stairs
Books and mittens everywhere

Hurry, hurry
Eat your flapjacks
Time to strap on heavy backpacks

Huff, puff
Into snowsuit
Pushing feet into warm boots

Honk, honk
There’s the school bus
Off you go, no muss, no fuss

Whistle, whistle
Pots of tea
Brew a cuppa  just for me

Run, run
Here and there
All day long, I’m everywhere

Chop, chop
Cook some meat
Maybe tonight the kids will eat

Honk, honk
There’s the school bus
Homework time, no muss, no fuss

Flip flop
Up the stairs
Books and mittens everywhere

Splish, splash
Scrub your feet
Off to bed now, smelling sweet

Tick, tock
Eight-o-seven
Sleeping children straight from heaven

Splish, splash
On my face
Time to end the daily race

Ring, ring
Set the clock
Drifting off, tick . . . tock . . . tick . . . tock . . .