Morning Routine

I’m sorry I woke up late I’m doing my best,

but please get out of bed brush your hair and get dressed.

I know it’s my fault so I’m trying not to get mad,

because when certain words are said both of us feel sad.

This is the third time I’ve come to your door, I’m trying to keep my voice low,

But it makes being late so much worse when you deliberately move slow.

Where are the snacks? where are the book bags? where are the shoes and socks.

Hurry hurry hurry out the door, we need to kick rocks.

10 minutes and they act like it’s a crime,

but here I am late again for the umpteenth time.

I kiss you on the forehead, your day is ruined no doubt,

my goodness theses mornings stress me out.