Morning Hours

By emily2u | From the Heart | 15 Mar 2021

Busy as a bee,
Not a moment’s quiet,
To enjoy a cup of tea,
Though dead tired.

In the bedroom,
Her son is crying;
Was spanked with a broom,
For incessantly screaming.

Lack of sleep
Is making her giddy.
The laundry, will keep,
But breakfast is ready.

Have to make a trip to the market,
Get the children to school,
And vacuum the carpet,
Before she can relax by the pool.

*Photo credit Karolina Grabowska from Pexels

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