Five Minutes Later

Why did I run the load today
When, five minutes later
They’ve come in from play?

Why did I put their cup in the sink
When, five minutes later
They want more to drink?

Why did I have them brush for bed
When, five minutes later
They’re eating some bread?

Why did I make them? I sigh and shrug.
Five minutes later,
One gives me a hug.


Photo Credit:
Magdalena Smolnicka


©2019 Chelsea Owens

A Parent’s Poetic Lament

I ask, I talk, I beg, I threaten
And yet, I cannot get through to those crètins.

Why do they drop their socks and undies
Right where the visitors can see their sundries?

Why do they mark up toilet and walls
Around the baseboards and down all the halls?

Do they think no one sees the yellow?
Do they think they are rather tidy fellows?

Yet, much as I blame them for messes;
As much as I blame them for all my stresses;

I’m the one who whines and gripes, then groans
While I pick it all up and tidy our home.


Photo Credit:
Image by M W from Pixabay


©2019 Chelsea Owens