You know the routine, the chaos of morning.
Kids up too early, you in bed too late.
Everyone wants something,
toast lightly buttered, eggs scrambled.
Sitting with your coffee, now cold, surrounded by the cacophony of
morning news, plates rattling, children chattering.
Little one is tattling on big brother again,
employing tactics, duplicitous at best.
Finally out the door to school, alone at last,
the marked change of stillness.
You sit for a moment
enjoying the peace
and look forward to doing it tomorrow.
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