I awake to the high-pitched
wail of the curler-headed
splat-u-la -welding mom.
She wants my butt outta bed
FINE.
I allow it to protrude
from the covers
hanging over the edge.
You'd think such strict
obedience would earn me
a small respite.
AM I UP YET?
what kind of question is that?
Do you want me to live down
to your expectations?
Honestly, I'm nearly self aware--
that's gotta count for something.
DO I HAVE TO COME UP THERE?
Multiple choice:
a. Everyone needs a little exercise.
b. Hey, call psychic friends,
how am I supposed to know
c. Eventually, you'll have to
for one reason or another
d. So is breakfast is ready or what!
Do you think I can smell
burnt toast way up here?
I'm moving...I scream....
Out side of time...dressing as I hop
down the stairs...sniffing for meat-like
by-products----Mom, I love you!
YOU MADE THE GOOD BACON.
sounds like me when i was little. my mother was small, but she was among the world champion yellers!! god, how i miss my mom...12 years ago she died. love, your friend, karen lynn. ((HUGS)) and >tears < (for my mom)
Reviewed by Sailor Neptune (Reader)
Reviewed on September 25, 2002
i use to do that and mom could really yell all over the orbits... whewwwww
Neptune
LOL . you. ;) I rememeber once when my son 'sneaked out' and came strolling in at 6 AM. HELLO! He showered, got dressed and promptly fell asleep on the sofa while I got ready for work. I made him WAKE UP (yes, I yelled, hee hee) and go to school exhausted.
He didn't pull that one again, at least not that I am aware of. He's 24 now, where did the time go? (God, am I really 43) Thank you for your comments on my poetry and you are right, the 'World' didn't cry. Thanks again Lee.
Lee, ~smiles~ shaking head..
"I'm moving...I scream....
Out side of time...dressing as I hop
down the stairs...sniffing for meat-like
by-products----Mom, I love you!
YOU MADE THE GOOD BACON. "
Very good... write... Peg
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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He didn't pull that one again, at least not that I am aware of. He's 24 now, where did the time go? (God, am I really 43) Thank you for your comments on my poetry and you are right, the 'World' didn't cry. Thanks again Lee.
Love, Janet xoxoxoxo
"I'm moving...I scream....
Out side of time...dressing as I hop
down the stairs...sniffing for meat-like
by-products----Mom, I love you!
YOU MADE THE GOOD BACON. "
Very good... write... Peg