“Stop!” the screaming banshee
of a mommy yells from the other room
at her little monkeys running wild
making a mess of their home.
“Watch out! There are legos and lincoln logs
nasty little traps scattered on the floor
There are ninjas and soldiers
trucks and trains and guns and more.”
“Are you crazy?!” yelled a panicked mother
as one child is tossed one after another
unto the family bed by their wild father
to a chorus of shrieks and laughter.
“What can be wrong?” she would ask
when all is silent, “What little tricks
are the boys up to; are they sick?”
Be still oh beating heart. Quick quick quick!
“Come in, come in, have no fear!”
She welcomes the rare visitor
with a tongue-in-cheek assurance
“You’re really in our home, not a madhouse.”
This time, DVERSE challenged the pub habitues to write about Hearth, Home, and Common Speech. Here is my response. I originally called it “The Lady of the House” but thought it was a little too vain. 🙂
Thank you for coming by. Please visit the pub for more responses.