Spoons clatter

shoes gone

voices shatter

the morning calm

…

Urgency trills 

panicked regrets

clashes of wills

tightening nets

…

A falling bowl

tears and spins

time stolen

breakfast binned

…

Fear swells

anger beckons

frustration looms

insults reckon

…

Clenching jaws

voices hoarse

limping forwards

full of remorse

…

Kisses offered

apologies wielded

recaps laboured

lectures steeled 

…

Silence looms

heavy hearts

‘Why is this so 

freaking hard?’

Dedicated to all the parents who manage to get their kids out of the door each morning (whether gracefully or chaotically). Today’s version was definitely the latter.