I know it’s such a cliché, I know you’ll roll your eyes, But time has passed so quickly, Time has really flied. Tomorrow you start primary school; Smart pinafore, shiny shoes… And Mummy’s in the corner, Suffering from the first day blues.
Last Friday was quite a day; As if the powers that be were conspiring. Two over-exhausted children. And one mother whose patience was tiring. Public transport that was delayed At every given turn. And a free Waitrose coffee, Hot enough to burn.
My poem today is inspired by the horrendous cold that H-Bear and I picked up at Soft Play last week (which I’m currently suffering with right now). Apparently even industrial grade alcohol gel can’t stop this one… A weeks worth of weather-checking And late night meditation, You agree to the plans With trepidation. Topping up the echinacea, Packing the alcohol gel. You make your way To Soft Play Hell.