For my friends Twenty Twenty, The Kitchen Witch, and all others who have little ones poised to make their mark on the world.

NaptimeWriting

‘Twas the night before kindergarten
and all through the place
not a creature was stirring
except the frenetic author of this space.

The children were tucked haphazardly in bed
because they fight going to sleep
like most resist the undead.

Preparations were made and concoctions couldn’t lag
sweet potato waffles for breakfast
and tortellini for your lunch bag.
When in the kitchen there arose such a clatter
Spouse ran to the room to see what was the matter.
Homemade honey ice cream was whirring around
and the tea kettle was making a delightful whistley sound.

For what to my addled brain did become clear
was that the family needed enough chamomile
to tranquilize a deer.
So I brewed and I chilled and I diluted in safe steel
that magical herb that would make us all feel
that your first day of school would be more than okay
though nothing in…

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    • *sob*
      *sniffle*
      *honk*
      WAIT! I want those really hard years back so I can do better than my very best! WAIT! Don’t let them show you how flawed I am…we have ice cream at home. Let’s go there, instead!

  1. lordy. you got it right. thank jeebus i didn’t have to put them on the school bus. i merely wept at the thought of it as i drove to work an hour ahead of time. best left for husband, tho he had a tad of the sniff methinks.. sniff. they do love this “kindergarten”, tho!

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